I've got one of those faces. You know the kind (or maybe you don't, cause I have a feeling my sort of face might be a little rarer then I'd like to admit)-- I'm the sort of person that looks generally at ease with life, happy, relaxed, and approachable.

That last one is the one that gets me in Trouble more often then not.

Ever since I was little, I've always had strangers come up to me and start trying to engage in conversations about whatever they feel like talking about. People I've only seen once or twice in the hall ways of highschool would suddenly cling to me and tell me their woes and how their boyfriend was cheating on them. People would ask me for help on random subjects like Thermodynamic Electronic Nanoscanners (lulz I totally made that up right now) and if I could remember the equation for them off the top of my head....

Im a graphic designer, I draw stoof and make webpages, how the heck am I supposed to know?!


ANYWAY, the reason I am bringing this up because today I was cornered today by someone I can only discribe.... In the most PC manor... As "Nucking Futs".

Going to the school cafeteria I got myself the Special of the day -- Beef Kabob, Jasmine Rice, and Zuccini (it was the Zuccini that really won me into getting it instead of my usual Cuban sandwitch) and sat down in one of the nice fleather (fake leather for those of you new to the term for whatever reason) chairs they have with swivvly tables built into the right arm, and settled down to eat, away from the world and able to enjoy my lunch in peace and quiet.

Or so I had THOUGHT.

Almost as soon as I had my plate secured and started munching on my kabob, this women came up to me and I looked up, having not noticed her approach from my day dreaming until it was far too late.

She was tall and scrawny, with frizzy reddish brown and dirty looking hair, the general aura unkempt and a faintly greasey smell, like BO, came off of her. She had a big cloth green purse that looked thicker then her, and she was using one of those rolling suitcases ment for 6 year old kids and her entire spine is bent funny as she drags it behind her before setting it upright as she stood way too close to me, right in font of me and only a few inches away from my Knees. I was, for the most part, effectively cornered.

At this point she started talking, first about my Poncho Jacket (which I love to bits -- its brown and fleecy and its like a blanket when in the cold cold library, but not as hot as a regular jacket out in the Florida sun) and then about how she bought her rolling backpack at a local thrift shop for under a dollar.. Then she started talking about Teddy bears.

And as she's talking to me in Rambling, unfocused sentences, I couldnt help but focus on the fact that she had a dirt covered plastic fork gripped tightly on her hand as she flailed her arms around while talking, the fork sometimes getting uncomfortably close to my face, one time actually clicking against my glasses, not that she really noticed.

Suddenly the topic switched to Religion and I couldn't help but get way way WAY more uncomfortable about it all. You see, I'm not "Religious", since I feel I don't need a church to feel close to the powers that be, and dislike the fact that pretty much every church I have ever been to tries to shove opinions of either themselves or people who changed the basic message a thousand years ago, and see you as a Satanist if you believe even a little differently then what they tell you.

So here I was with an unstable women flailing a dirty fork talking to me about religion and asking me what Church I go to, and how, even though she doesnt go to that one cause she's baptist, I should go to this one Church, and how she used to be Buddist but became Baptist because "the Buddists didn't believe Jesus was the one and only Saviour, which is how you can tell all non-Christian religions are wrong."

THANKFULLY, a complete stranger came over and pretended to know me and got me the hell out of that cafeteria. That scary fork wielding lady shall scare me forever and ever D8



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