People tell me the strangest things and I must have an "open for business" sign on my forehead. The tiny Walmart clerk reached over for my purchases as I pushed them toward her.
"Wake up," she said to the guy clerk who was just hanging around daydreaming or something.
"It's a good thing he doesn't have dreams like I used to," she said. "I lived in this building that was full of evil spirits and bad energy, with people shooting each other and screaming and putting their hands through the walls."
I tried to listen, but really I was just thinking about donuts. Really. It was lunchtime and I thought the kids would like a dozen donuts.
"And I used to see blue glowing orbs sometimes. And one time I saw an alien hand on my husband's chest. It was dark but I looked over and saw it."
Hmmmm, I was thinking that this was a weird thing to tell a total stranger.
"And then one day a bird came to my windowsill and I asked my aunt who is into stuff like that and she said it was a sign for me to leave."
Wow, I see alot of birds. That must be why I move around so much.
"And so here I am in a better place. I haven't had those dreams in a while."
Walmart. Hmmmm. Yes, probably a step up from the crazy haunted alien-ridden apartment building in a place where the sighting of a bird is extra-ordinary and meaningful.
My youngest child kept a straight face until we left the building and then looked at me and said "People just seem to tell you things, don't they?"
Yup, I attract the crazies. Just look at my ex-husband. And many previous boyfriends. And my mother. And that squirrel. And oh look, a butterfly . . .