2 Crazy Trips to 7-11
I don't know when it happened, but 7-11 has become the place where crazy people have started trying out their new material.
Trip 1: I went to 7-11 a couple of days ago, and there was a man standing in line, or at least I thought he was. So, I decided I would stand in line behind him. My mistake. He turned around, looked at me like I was the crazy one and walked off. So, I made my purchase and was preparing to walk out the door, when I saw him drop the bag of mixed nuts he was holding (appropriate as you will see), and followed me into the parking lot. I got in my car. He got in his car. And what a car it was, a navy blue piece of crap with white primer paint showing through, and a red racing stripe in the back. Well, I didn't realize he was following me, until I pulled onto my street. He zoomed past me, made an illegal u-turn in the middle of the street, like he was trying to block me from continuing down the street. Unfortunately for him, he made the turn down the street past my driveway. I pulled up my driveway and he pulled his car in front of my driveway and parallel parked in front of the driveway, preventing anyone from getting in or out. I ran down the driveway, up the stairs, and banged on my neighbor's door until she let me in. The man stayed there, parallel parked in front of the driveway, standing by his car, staring at my apartment for about 20 minutes until he heard the sounds of sirens, from the cops that I had called.
Trip 2: I know, you're thinking, "Why did you go back to the 7-11?" Well, it's convenient, it keeps Diet Mountain Dew in stock, and I'm not going to let some nut keep me from shopping in my pajamas. So, I went tonight. I pull up in the parking lot (looking for the navy racecar, of course) and there aren't any other cars, but there is a man standing in front with a magazine in front of his face. So, I park and get out of the car, and the man pulls the magazine down to reveal that he is wearing the scariest Halloween mask EVER! It's white and wrinkled, not a plastic mask, more like a plaster mask, and you can't see in the eye holes, and there is no mouth hole, just a creepy smile. Do I walk in the 7-11? Or do I flee in terror? I walked right on in, got my refreshing beverage, and walked right out. And there he was, mask and all, dancing with glee in the parking lot, waving his hands in the air. As I drove home, I half expected him to pop up from the back seat and kill me, like in a horror movie. Didn't happen. Obviously. But I am seriously starting to rethink going to that particular 7-11.
Trip 1: I went to 7-11 a couple of days ago, and there was a man standing in line, or at least I thought he was. So, I decided I would stand in line behind him. My mistake. He turned around, looked at me like I was the crazy one and walked off. So, I made my purchase and was preparing to walk out the door, when I saw him drop the bag of mixed nuts he was holding (appropriate as you will see), and followed me into the parking lot. I got in my car. He got in his car. And what a car it was, a navy blue piece of crap with white primer paint showing through, and a red racing stripe in the back. Well, I didn't realize he was following me, until I pulled onto my street. He zoomed past me, made an illegal u-turn in the middle of the street, like he was trying to block me from continuing down the street. Unfortunately for him, he made the turn down the street past my driveway. I pulled up my driveway and he pulled his car in front of my driveway and parallel parked in front of the driveway, preventing anyone from getting in or out. I ran down the driveway, up the stairs, and banged on my neighbor's door until she let me in. The man stayed there, parallel parked in front of the driveway, standing by his car, staring at my apartment for about 20 minutes until he heard the sounds of sirens, from the cops that I had called.
Trip 2: I know, you're thinking, "Why did you go back to the 7-11?" Well, it's convenient, it keeps Diet Mountain Dew in stock, and I'm not going to let some nut keep me from shopping in my pajamas. So, I went tonight. I pull up in the parking lot (looking for the navy racecar, of course) and there aren't any other cars, but there is a man standing in front with a magazine in front of his face. So, I park and get out of the car, and the man pulls the magazine down to reveal that he is wearing the scariest Halloween mask EVER! It's white and wrinkled, not a plastic mask, more like a plaster mask, and you can't see in the eye holes, and there is no mouth hole, just a creepy smile. Do I walk in the 7-11? Or do I flee in terror? I walked right on in, got my refreshing beverage, and walked right out. And there he was, mask and all, dancing with glee in the parking lot, waving his hands in the air. As I drove home, I half expected him to pop up from the back seat and kill me, like in a horror movie. Didn't happen. Obviously. But I am seriously starting to rethink going to that particular 7-11.
posted by Jules @ 12:44 AM
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