Campfyre Stories

While I was grocery shopping today, a girl came up to me and said “You’re a vegetarian.” This is true and not so strange, since I was picking out soy products at the time.

She wanted to know if I knew where she might find a certain meatless product and I helped as best I could (which, admittedly, wasn’t a whole lot). This turned into a conversation about food and varieties thereof, resulting in my standing in the frozen food aisle, giving her a recipe.

This was odd enough that I tried to call a couple of people to relate my story to, all of whom were unavailable. This meant people-watching while I waited for my cab.

The first thing I saw was the politest accident I have ever seen in the parking lot. The people involved were so polite and rationa that I half-expected them to shake hands and greet each other as they assessed the damage. That didn’t actually happen, though.

My attention was drawn from the scene by a car driving by with handcuffs hanging from the rear-view mirror. This is not all that unusual, really, but what dropped my jaw was the driver. A nun. I could tell by her habit.

A few minutes later, I was further surprised by a man coming out of the supermarket with his purchase in hand. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and nothing else. Oh yes, you read that right, NOTHING else at all. No shoes, no socks and NO PANTS. I’m still trying to figure out how none of the employees noticed, not only his lack of shoes, but that he was in his underwear.

I was relating my experiences to the regular cab driver, but as she doesn’t know me, I’m not entirely sure she believed me. I decided to give her a story of her own to share, so as part of her tip, I gave her a Drumstick (yes, the ice cream cone, not chicken).