I’m getting a bit of a Homolka vibe from someone. It’s very creepy, and I don’t understand the whole situation, but ya. Asking for my cell number after you talk to me for 5 seconds or so on MSN is strange. Asking me to webcam with you is weird. More so if you’re a girl (but in general too).
This person was almost a roommate two years ago. This is when I tell myself: thank your intuition for sidestepping that calamity.
Crazy is in fashion. There was a guy who came into the store tonight who was rambling on about the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer (Maria, Maria), as if it was some new-fangled concept. It began as him rambling on about how cashiers “don’t care anymore” about learning the intricacies of international calling cards [which they don’t typically use, and are never asked about, except by misinformed, economy-crazed lunatics buying female antiperspirants because a male kind burned them once]. When I accidentally mumbled “it’s called minimum wage” audibly enough for him to hear me, he went off on a tangent about GM workers in the States being demoted from pays of $29/hour to $11.50/hour and asked me if I thought that was fair. I said, “I don’t think that actually happened to anyone, but they’re still making more than I am, and they have superior health benefits.” (And whether his ranting is true or not, isn’t that more properly an example of the rich getting poorer??)
I do this all the time. I don’t know if it’s that I LIKE to egg on crazy people to see which direction their opinions will jerk to the very next second, or if I just
fucking hate people who are so distanced from reality, but something about it was irritating, so I let it go on, despite the troubled expressions of onlookers.
“Yeah?? Well it’s going to cost you a lot more to buy things soon!” he rambled.
“It already does,” I said.
“You bet it does!” he twitched.
“I was the one rallying for years to try and get the wages up!!!” he roared.
“They never did it!”
Yeah, you make a lot of sense. Tonnes. Thank god for you, Crazy Man. Thank god for your rallying, yours alone, no one else’s, thank god for your crazy blather, and thank god I didn’t have to listen to that crazy bullshit for more than a few minutes. And, hey, good luck with the Lady Speed Stick.