I don’t know what it is about me that attracts weirdness. It seems like every time I step outside of my house, I end up having an interaction with someone that leaves me thinking … “WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?”
Today I went to the gym to meet my friend Lesley for BodyJam. I dropped my kids off at the nursery and was sitting on a bench with a bunch of other women, minding my own business. I was checking Facebook on my phone when a complete stranger walked up and popped me on the leg with a towel.
Strange Man: “No sexting at the Y.“
Me: “Excuse me?“
Strange Man: “I SAID, NO SEXTING AT THE Y.”
And then he walked on down the hallway. The girl sitting next to me had eyes like saucers. I just sat there and stared at him. I hate it when I can’t think of something ridiculous to say when someone says something ridiculous to me. Let alone … pops me with a towel.
OMG, the more I think about it, the more mad I get. Look out, old man in the navy blue sweatsuit. You’re on my shit list now.