I get a lot of weird looks from people, but I’m convinced it’s not my fault. I mean, yeah, I’m probably a little left of normal, but not too far left. Other people just don’t find the same things funny, I guess. Take yesterday, for instance.
I was at my grocery store, picking up some food because the men in my life tend to get cranky when there’s nothing in the house. I keep telling them a human can survive three weeks without food and they should consider it training for the zombie apocalypse, but eventually it becomes easier to shop than listen to them gripe.
In the wine and chip aisle (if they’d put the cookies in that aisle, too, my shopping would go a lot faster), a guy bumped into me. Then he said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you”.
He gave me a look that suggested I’d just told him I had to get home because I had small children in my oven I needed to baste, and then took off in the opposite direction.
I was wearing my camo hoodie.