Wacko

I had told myself that I would do my best to steer clear of shorts that easily fall under the heading "Mean People Suck." However, writing is cathartic...

When I left this morning the temperature was in the low sixties with overcast skys, perfect weather for a walk I thought. Roughly two miles (and half my journey) from the house there is an entrance to the expressway here. I was headed north. The last house before the sharp right turn towards the onramps is a modest blue house with white trim. In the ten or more years here, I have never seen anyone about that property. I assumed the owner was perhaps an elderly shut-in.

About three houses before the blue house I heard a dog barking wildly. I wasn't sure where it was coming from. As I approached the blue house I saw a petite white woman who was probably in her mid-50's. She sat on the front steps and watched a tiny shaggy white dog explore. There was another dog there as well. A ferocious mocha coloured Pit Bull. The Pit Bull barked wildly at me. I looked at the owner assuming my glare would prompt her to call the animal as he moved towards me. Instead, she looked at me, and then the dog and smiled in almost anticipation. She looked as if she might be watching her favorite sitcom.

The dog raced across the lawn as I visually searched for a leash. By the time I reached the sidewalk at the end of the driveway which was on the left side of the house, the dog, still barking had made its way to me. I notice that he was bound only by a very old nautical hemp rope. The rope strained from the Pit Bull's neck up the driveway, and behind the house. The distance had to be a good 25-30 feet.

The dog, reared on its hind legs. It was most definitely going to attack. I had no were to go. The sidewalk ended at the left side of the drive. This area is dangerous even without the threat of dogs in that there is no stop for the expressway entrance, just a sharp curve immediately after the blue house. Without thinking I jumped back from the animal and into traffic.

I didn't even realize that I was in the road until I happened to look to my right and saw a sympathetic elderly woman in a small SUV. Her kind eyes seemed to say "Take all the time you need."

I looked over at the woman on the steps whose expression can only be described as extreme delight. The old woman in the vehicle waved at me to cross the entrance lanes. I did. I took a deep breath, said a little prayer, and was on my way. Somebody up there likes me.

When I arrived at my destination I called the city's Animal Control division and told the nice woman there what I just shared with you. She told me that the law only allows a six foot leash, and agreed that even in that one cannot allow their pet to menace. We also agreed that it was peculiar if not intentional that the rope was just long enough to reach the edge but, not allow the animal onto the sidewalk. Probably a very twisted interpretation of the leash law.

About fifteen minutes after my call, the woman from Animal Control telephoned me. She wanted to be certain of the address of the blue house on her map. She said that she would send someone out immediately to deal with the owner and pet. On my return this evening, I walked on the opposite side of the street, no woman or dogs were out.

All's well that ends well, I guess?

Poor Flo

Today, as with most Sunday's, I took my six mile walk. It was warm, although overcast. About halfway through my journey, I stopped and nosed around the thrift store, and purchased a box of tissues next door at the dollar tree. I continued down Valley Drive past the duck pond and the cemetery. It was all very pleasant and uneventful.

I made my way over to Salina Street, and to Aldi's for a bottle of water, and a box of Bran Flakes. It was about a quarter mile from the grocery store that the universe decided that once again there was weirdness to transpire, and that I was to witness it.

Her name was Florence Delaney McFadden, and she was no taller than 4'8". I suspect that 85 would be my guess for both her age and weight. Not to be unkind, but she may have had but four teeth in her head, which were horribly tarnished from a lifetime of cigarette smoking. She approached me in a terrified state. She grabbed my forearm as she spoke. "Can you please help me?" Sympathetically, I asked what was the matter? She told me that she was being followed. She pointed to a vacant building across the street. That building sits lonely in this residential area. Years ago it was a real estate agency.

Flo was breathless as she spoke. "I'm being followed. There's a man hiding over there behind that building. He wants to kill me." She yanked at my arm to accentuate that last statement. She pled with me to call the police to save her.

I guess that I should have been startled, activated superhero powers or something, instead I just took out my phone as I stared at the building. It never crossed my mind how I would react if Flo's would be assassin sprang to action. I suppose meditation has taken it's toll in that there's not a lot that gets me worked up anymore. I've become Problem-Solver-Man; "Whatdawegothere?"

I touched Flo's arm and dailed 911. I said "Hello," four or five times as did the 911 operator. Neither of us could hear the other for some reason. I ended the call, and told Flo what happened. She was frantic and started pacing. My phone rang, I didn't recognize the number so, I rejected the call.  While trying to calm Flo, I tried 911 again. The same thing happened again. "Oh please, we've got to do something," Flo demanded!

My phone rang again, it was that same number from minutes earlier. I answered this time. "Hello, this is 911, we got two calls from this number. Are you okay?" I quickly explained the failed calls and Flo's  plight. I was asked my name, Flo's, and a description of her. As I gave the information, I noticed Flo was wearing an old school lavender Irish cable knit turtle neck. She was wearing a rag wool zip-front cardigan of the same massive weight over the turtle neck. Uncharitable, I thought "Geez, I guess old people are always cold." Pleated denim slacks rounded out the ensemble.

A cruiser would be immediately dispatched, I was told.

I shared this with Flo. As she repeated my words, she became more calm.

A couple in their late 50's approached us. Flo immediately told them of the man following her and his murderous intent. The couple smiled awkwardly, and stared at me. It was obvious to me that they didn't believe Flo. I offered that I had contacted 911 and all. Flo reiterated her fears. The woman gave me a look as she tilted her head. She thought Flo might be nuts. Her husband confirmed this in a greater smile.

A couple minutes later an awful blue coloured vehicle pulled into the driveway next to where we stood. I am not sure of the make or model except that it was ugly. A man of roughly 60 years exited the vehicle. He was a good sixty pounds overweight, hadn't shaved or showered in a week. He wore a blue T-shirt that matched his vehicle. I imagine blue was the man's signature color. He told us that he was a friend of Flo's sister, and that Flo once owned the now vacant real estate building across the street. The couple said they remembered Flo.

The man had Flo's sister at the ready on a flip phone. Yes, a flip phone. The couple and I stared at the phone. I imagine we were all thinking the same thing.

The entire time the couple smiled as if they were extras in an SNL skit. Everybody was actually starting to creep me out. I took a half step to my right. We glanced at blue-man. He asked Flo if she wanted to go with him. Instead of looking at Flo, the couple looked to me. I whispered "I wouldn't go with him either. " At the same time, the couple nodded and smiled in agreement.

Flo was now a different person. She screamed and roared into the telephone at her sister. She said that this man, blue-man was trying to kill her... again. Blue-man looked at us with a weird smile, as if we now should understand the trouble with Flo. The couple did, I was a wee slow on the uptake.

Flo became calmer. Blue-man said that it was the second time today she had "gotten out." Uncomfortable, I asked the couple about their dog. It was a 14 year old Japanese something or other with the shakes. Blue-man asked if the dog was hyper, "Why does he shake like that." I was pretty through with blue-man, that poor beautiful dog, Flo, and the smiling couple, but I couldn't leave. I had given 911 my name, and all these characters were unsettling. I assumed that poor Flo has dementia. I felt said for her, in part because of the presence of blue-man in her life. He was creepy, and hadn't told us enough about their connection.

Fortunately, a police cruiser slowly approached. Flo freaked as he passed us. She began jumping in the air yelling, "Police, come back!" I told her that he was just turning his vehicle around to get to our side of the street. She seemed pleased and quieted.

The officer exited the vehicle and Flo started towards him. "Flo, how are you?" He knows her? I didn't hear her reply. I was mesmerized by the fact that the officer literally looked 17 years old, and "carved from cream cheese," to swipe a "Steel Magnolias" line.

I looked at the smiling couple, an sarcastically announced that I was going to go and start dinner. The woman told me "You are a very good person," and her husband agreed. I smiled.

I turned to walk away. Not stopping, I told the officer that I was the person who called. "Thanks man," he offered.

That was five hours ago, and my head still hurts.

One Hungry Arse Town II

I'm a morning person. I start each day at 4am, give thanks for my health and a new day. I am usually in a great mood. Then, a few hours later I leave the house.

It's bright and sunny here today. I walked along enjoying the sun when I noticed a folded ten dollar bill on the ground. I picked it up, and looked behind and in front of me for the possible loser 😉. There was no one on that side of the street. Across the street were only cars parked at a fast food restaurant. I put the bill in my pocket.

I walked about a block and a half further on the same street. A silver SUV pulled up to the curb next to me. The front passenger, a very light-skinned black man beckoned me with his index finger. As a rule I never approach a strange vehicle for any reason. I asked, "Yeah"? The driver then leaned forward and said "Dat money you picked up is mines." Money? When you lose money don't you usually say the amount like, "I lost ten dollars" instead of "Dat money"?

I side-eyed them with the entire left side of my face. "I want my money! How you think I know you found it if I ain't seed you pick it up," the angry driver yelled? Eventhough, my brain screamed "Don't say it," I still told them "I don't believe you."

At this point, one of the ominous passengers in the back unlocked his door, while saying, "I'll take care of dis!" I thought "Seriously, God, this is how it ends? I am to be pummeled by four 30-ish dudes over $10.00?" The front passenger dude seemed to be playing good cop to the driver, and offered a sympathetic half smile.

"I want my money," the driver demanded, still not saying how much. The empath tilted his head to the right. I took the money from my pocket, mentally debating whether to hand it over. Yes, it was only ten bucks, but goddammit people such. Four grown men who were most likely at the fast food joint saw me pick something up, and figured it was money, then decided to get it, and beat me for it if necessary. It turns my stomach to think that people have lives that small.

I extended my arm forward with the money in hand. The good cop while still half smiling, extended his arm as far as he could. He gave me a look as to say "How rude." He stepped from the vehicle and took the money. He smiled and wished me good luck.

Randomness from the past 24 hours...

#1. Actual weirdness at the pharmacy:

Random Man: I'm here to pick up two prescriptions for my wife, Deloris Smith. It should be two different crazy pills.

Pharm. Asst.: (Stares uncomfortably and then turns to search for the prescriptions)

Random Man: There should be two.

Pharm. Asst.: Sir, I don't see any prescriptions for crazy pills under that name. I did find these two, but they aren't crazy pills.

Random Man: Okay, I will just take these then. She can call about the other stuff.

Pharm. Asst.: That's fine.

I was next and wanted so badly to ask for my crazy nasal spray prescription, but I chickened out, and the pharmacist didn't look to be in a good mood.

#2. Thrift store weirdness:

Yesterday, a guy in the thrift store asked the cashier if they had any Christmas lights. She told him that they did not, and suggested that he try Walmart. "They have cheap ones there," she shared. The man looked at the floor for several seconds, and then confessed "I'm not welcome at Walmarts [sic] any more... Not something I did, but I lent my car..."

*Very awkward pause.

"Well, how about the Dollar Tree, I think I saw some... " The man looked down again.

#3. It's nice to be nice:

I know nothing of women's footwear. I crossed paths with a very stunningly elegant woman, she wore amazing burnished silver shoes. It was obvious that she had taken great care in essembling her outfit. Everything about her flowed a silvery dance.

"Now, that's a pair of shoes," I told her! She stopped and looked down as if their beauty were a surprise to her as well. She beamed as she thanked me. I may have made her day.

I should add, I did not stop nor break my stride for fear of her response. The news has trained me to fear complimenting people. I do it anyway. ❤

#4. Let it go:

I have decided to let it go therefore, I will leave out the details. I will say that we have become a nation of petty bullies. I yelled at someone today that had decided I was fair game to flex their stupid on. "SHUT THE F' UP," I told him. I seriously hate that that was the only effective solution for ending a ridiculous exchange that should never have happened. People?

Going Bump In The Night

I have dust and mold allergies so, you can imagine how this time of year can be problematic. The great side effect of forced heat are recycled particulates. I have a couple prescription nasal sprays, in addition to over-the-counter allergy meds. Not being able to breathe properly at times makes you tired. In addition to the allergies, and a full day, I was exhausted, and fell asleep around nine-thirty.

I just woke up completely mummied, encased in sheets and my comforter. As if that wasn't strange enough, as I awoke at the very end of the bed,  I could feel my neck tightly constrained by the bedding.  I guess that I started to choke, tried to stand, and then flailed myself against a 5' tall loaded bookcase at the end of the bed. I fully awoke from the sound and weight of half of the bookcase's contents falling on me.

I pulled myself from the wreckage coughing furiously. It took me about a half hour to control the coughing.

Nightmare? It couldn't be the disembodied spirits that live here entertaining themselves, they are always so nice to me. 🤓

The Good and The Very Bad

In a world that seems increasing ugly, sad, and cruel, I pray each day that I will be guided to seek and share joy. In what might seem the smallest of ways, we might change another's day or life. I greet strangers, hold doors, help others when I can. If nothing else, I offer the world a smile.

On the bus this morning, I ended up in conversation with a 16 year old couple who have recently moved here from Washington State. They hadn't come together, rather the universe converged their paths. They were a true delight!

Excited, they were on their way to the DMV to apply for learner's permits, and to secure state issued photo IDs. They had their automotive futures all planned out. The young guy took a protective lead. He said that they had done a lot of research, and knew what to look for in used vehicles. He added that used car dealers would probably try to cheat his beautiful friend, but he would be there to make certain that nothing of the sort transpired. Overly modern folks might have dubbed him sexist, but seeing his posture, his serious smile and gallantry made me almost tear. I glanced over for the girl's response. Her dimples and demure smile said it all. We chatted, and laughed as we discussed the ins and outs of the New York State Drivers License process. I pulled the cord for my stop, while making certain that they knew where to get off a couple stops ahead. I wanted to tag along with them for the day they were so much fun.

I successfully ran my errands.

In the rain, I traveled by bus back to the hub in order to transfer onward to campus. At the hub my joyous mood drastically changed. At the university stop a young man in a wheelchair approached. I stepped aside to offer him room. He appeared to be a burn victim. The poor man was without ears, had one leg, where is left eye should have been skin was graphed tightly leaving no appearance of any purpose for that side of his face. His entire head looked raw and light pink. A tall student and others looked down on the man in curious contempt.

Rather than step aside to make way for the driver to lower the ramp for the man, more than a dozen people stood their ground either intentionally ignoring the man, or keeping watch from the corner of their eyes, as if to dare him to try to board before them. I tried to make eye contact with any or all of them. I could not, they were concentrating on being their worst selves. After those "people" boarded, I wedged myself sideways preventing the others (probably a couple dozen people) from getting on the bus. The man then backed his chair away a few feet. I greeted him with a smile and asked if he was going to board? He looked around at the impatient scowling faces and said with a smile "Thank you very much! I think that I will wait inside for the next bus. I don't want to bother people." My heart sank.

Yeah, "Oh the humanity," is about right.

BIZARRO

As I keep saying...
If something really bizarro is to happen, the universe will place me there to at least witness.  About five or six years ago, I would always see a day-pass mental health patient about campus here. He was so drugged up that he often would just drop where he stood, curl into the fetal position, and fall asleep immediately. He was particularly fond of blocking the entrance to the Optometrist office in the little mall at campus. He was otherwise harmless  so, the maintenance man would gently wake him, and he would be on his way.

I felt sorry for the poor fellow, and often went out of my way to greet him. He was always very friendly, but of few words.

Today, I saw him. As we approached he smiled broadly in recognition. As I was about to say "hello," he declared "I SEE YOU TOOK ALL THAT FUCKIN' WEIGHT OFF!" He then let out a huge belly laugh. I smiled like you would when you have no idea what the heck just happened.

In all fairness, I am at least 25 lbs lighter. 😂