Have you ever been in a store and seen someone and for whatever reason something about them just makes you want to make some comment to them...maybe about their really colorful hat or their resemblance to some famous person? Well, I would assume that this happens to most of us....having these things pop into our heads that we want to say...but I think most people have some innate mechanism that prevents them from walking up to a total stranger and saying, "Excuse me ma'am, but has anyone ever told you that you look like Buddy Hacket?"
Unfortunately for the strangers I encounter, I don't have the gene that prevents normal people from saying weird things to total strangers. Me, I see a stranger, get an oddball thought...and BOOM I let it rip. Not the bad stuff....I was able to prevent myself from telling the 25 year old woman with 9 children that she should find herself a new hobby....but just barely. But the stuff like, "Excuse me sir, I really like your hat," or "Excuse me ma'am, has anyone ever told you that you look like Buddy Hacket?"...that one landed me in the hospital for a few days...who knew that a 12 pack of Ensure could do so much damage?
Well, tonight, on the way home from a rather enjoyable evening sitting around the bonfire and playing Corn Hole (it's a game...sort of like horse shoes but with a board and bags filled with dried corn) with the in-laws, I stopped at Krogers (grocery store) to grab some milk and bread. As I was walking down the bread isle, I noticed a young lady (mid-20s) at the end of the bread isle. She was wearing one of those really expensive (yet still made in China and not worth a fraction of what she paid for it simply because it has a fancy name embroidered on it) velor "sweat suit" thingies. Jacket and pants. The instant I saw her, the thought popped into my head "Oh my Gawd, someone skinned a teddy bear to make her clothing!" And if I had that innate mechanism to prevent me from saying weird things to total strangers, that young lady would not have been left standing in the isle, mouth hanging open because I just told her that her outfit looked like a skinned teddy bear.
Maybe my wife is right...I need therapy...and pills.
OBIO
Unfortunately for the strangers I encounter, I don't have the gene that prevents normal people from saying weird things to total strangers. Me, I see a stranger, get an oddball thought...and BOOM I let it rip. Not the bad stuff....I was able to prevent myself from telling the 25 year old woman with 9 children that she should find herself a new hobby....but just barely. But the stuff like, "Excuse me sir, I really like your hat," or "Excuse me ma'am, has anyone ever told you that you look like Buddy Hacket?"...that one landed me in the hospital for a few days...who knew that a 12 pack of Ensure could do so much damage?
Well, tonight, on the way home from a rather enjoyable evening sitting around the bonfire and playing Corn Hole (it's a game...sort of like horse shoes but with a board and bags filled with dried corn) with the in-laws, I stopped at Krogers (grocery store) to grab some milk and bread. As I was walking down the bread isle, I noticed a young lady (mid-20s) at the end of the bread isle. She was wearing one of those really expensive (yet still made in China and not worth a fraction of what she paid for it simply because it has a fancy name embroidered on it) velor "sweat suit" thingies. Jacket and pants. The instant I saw her, the thought popped into my head "Oh my Gawd, someone skinned a teddy bear to make her clothing!" And if I had that innate mechanism to prevent me from saying weird things to total strangers, that young lady would not have been left standing in the isle, mouth hanging open because I just told her that her outfit looked like a skinned teddy bear.
Maybe my wife is right...I need therapy...and pills.
OBIO
