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The other night, I was on my way to meet the boyfriend and a friend at the Nuthouse. I hopped on my bike, checked out the full moon, and stopped over at 7-11 on my way there. I got in line and was behind three people: A husband and wife and an eight-foot tall man.
The husband and wife were cashing in and buying about 389 lottery tickets. This had me waiting in line for about ten minutes or so. I was listening to music and getting a bit irritated, but mainly just zoned out.
The eight-foot tall guy kept turning around and looking down at me, like he wanted to say something. I was not in the mood to answer whatever dumbass question he was planning on asking, so I avoided eye contact and kept my music on.
After about the third time that he turned around and looked at me, I took of my ear phones and said, “Uhhhhhh, hi?”
He turned back towards the register, saying nothing.
About one minute later, he turns to me, looks me in the eye, and says,
“May you always have plenty of gas
May your bowel always move
And may your cheeks stay clean.”
And that was all.
It was like he could see into my soul.Posted on July 22, 2008 ()
