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9 years ago
Ok so some shit happened last night when I was coming home from work and I wanted to share.
So I was walking home from work (as I normally do), it was about 12:30 at night and I am about half way home. I come up to this mini-mall's parking lot and its dead quiet, no cars, no wind, nothing. All of a sudden a guy starts walking out of the parking lot onto the sidewalk directly towards me. This guy was wearing tank top and was skinnier than piece of paper, he was walking right at me making eye contact and hes holding something. At this moment I am keeping calm, but in my mind I go into full panic mode like "This is where I get fucking stabbed and mugged to all shit, I am so fucked.".
He walks right up to me and extends his hand to give me something and he says "Here man, the Lord told me to give you this." and I look and its a fucking handful of dead flowers. Now I am like WTF???? I take the flowers that he hands me and I just kinda give him a nod, he then says "You have a blessed day."(its 30 mins after midnight remember) and I respond with "Have a good night."
He then starts sprinting in the opposite direction that I was going and starts making Drill Sargent sounds. I just take a deep breath and keep on walking with the stupid dead flowers in my hand. I get to the closest garbage can and I toss them in, I look behind me and he is long gone thank god. For rest of the walk I am so paranoid. Every little sound even if its a fucking leaf crunching, I am just like "Oh my shit thats the sound of my death."
I get to a gas station that is like a half a block to my place to get a bottle of apple juice just to calm myself down. I bring it up to the counter and pay for it. I start making small talk with the cashier of how the graveyard shift sucks (I used to have to do the graveyard shift at a gas station I used to work at). And he just starts ranting at how this job is no different from slavery. And then he goes on about this hippie/communistic rant about how if it was up to him, he could solve the worlds problems if everyone did their part we wouldn't need a government or an economy. At this point I am just like, I want to go home. So I just nod my head and agree with him and I just leave with my juice in hand.
Meth heads nowadays I swear.
So I was walking home from work (as I normally do), it was about 12:30 at night and I am about half way home. I come up to this mini-mall's parking lot and its dead quiet, no cars, no wind, nothing. All of a sudden a guy starts walking out of the parking lot onto the sidewalk directly towards me. This guy was wearing tank top and was skinnier than piece of paper, he was walking right at me making eye contact and hes holding something. At this moment I am keeping calm, but in my mind I go into full panic mode like "This is where I get fucking stabbed and mugged to all shit, I am so fucked.".
He walks right up to me and extends his hand to give me something and he says "Here man, the Lord told me to give you this." and I look and its a fucking handful of dead flowers. Now I am like WTF???? I take the flowers that he hands me and I just kinda give him a nod, he then says "You have a blessed day."(its 30 mins after midnight remember) and I respond with "Have a good night."
He then starts sprinting in the opposite direction that I was going and starts making Drill Sargent sounds. I just take a deep breath and keep on walking with the stupid dead flowers in my hand. I get to the closest garbage can and I toss them in, I look behind me and he is long gone thank god. For rest of the walk I am so paranoid. Every little sound even if its a fucking leaf crunching, I am just like "Oh my shit thats the sound of my death."
I get to a gas station that is like a half a block to my place to get a bottle of apple juice just to calm myself down. I bring it up to the counter and pay for it. I start making small talk with the cashier of how the graveyard shift sucks (I used to have to do the graveyard shift at a gas station I used to work at). And he just starts ranting at how this job is no different from slavery. And then he goes on about this hippie/communistic rant about how if it was up to him, he could solve the worlds problems if everyone did their part we wouldn't need a government or an economy. At this point I am just like, I want to go home. So I just nod my head and agree with him and I just leave with my juice in hand.
Meth heads nowadays I swear.
godtiermarsupial
~godtiermarsupial
what the FUCK that's so scary that cashier really is the nail in the coffin though--like chasing a shot of tequila with a shot of toilet water. carry a pocket knife with u and stay safe dude D:
