The hubs and I live in a city. You expect a little riff-raff now and again but the oddest things always happen to me when I'm alone.
A guy singing his heart out to me? Check.
Following my dogs around, guessing their names? Check.
Someone asking me to help buy underwear for them? Yup.
Aggressively asking for money and insisting I give them my credit card? Also check.
But my Monday started off in the most dramatic fashion.
I thought my car was stolen.
It wasn't-- and for the sake of not embarrassing myself too much, let's just say I parked somewhere unusual and forgot about it. So, I'm already running 15 minutes late (due to crying about the 'missing car') and cheer in delight when finally I spot it. I hustle to it, but someone else is running in my peripheral vision.
Hm, this guy must be running late too! I'll give him a sympathetic smile. I turn. I smile.
Mistake. I made eye contact with a vagrant and he now stood right to my car on the other side. He wanted me to take him to the bank. Like, he tried to get in my car and have me cash his check at the bank.
It was the most bizarre proposition I've experienced. I believe my words were along the lines of hell to the no. He got the picture and thankfully I never felt threatened, but weird, uncomfortable, confused? Yes. All of those things. He walked away and I sped out of there and made it to work only ten minutes late.
In conclusion, it was the most Monday of all time and I'm glad today was much better. Cheers to a happy hump-day tomorrow!