Happy Wednesday to all my usual readers and the new ones I have gained along the way. I have to say my weekly WTF experiences are now way more of a joy since I have built a nice audience to read about them and laugh along with me.
Here are the highlights from this past week:
– I got this text message the other day. It’s pretty bad when spam is somehow reaching your phone. FYI if any of you guys out there are looking for “all those singles” here in Ontario, try Canadian Flings! I didn’t dare click on the website link for fear of what my eyes would not be able to unsee.
– I went for dinner with my fiance and a friend this past weekend and we had the most interesting waiter named Renee. He was Latino, with a soul patch, muscular and probably in his mid-thirties. We kind of made up this whole back story about how he was working here to support his young children. He seemed like he was trying really, really hard to do a good job and kind of came off as a bit awkward. When we were paying for our bill, all of a sudden he got super talkative, and told us about his small children under the age of three (we totally called that!). We got onto the topic of movies, and he completely nerded out. He started talking excitedly about The Hobbit and how he was so excited because he was going to get to watch it from Florida. We honestly could not get him to stop talking about the Hobbit. It was such an odd conversation, but completely hilarious.
– I was in the elevator yesterday and this strange man got in (I see him in the elevator a lot). He looked me right in the eyes as he picked a giant wedgie. Stay classy, sir.
– The other day on the bus ride home I was waiting by the door because my stop was next. A man was standing beside me also waiting to get off. I could see out of my peripherals that he was staring right at me. So I turned and looked at him. He straight up kept staring at me. It freaked me out so much I turned to see if he was looking at someone or something at the end of the bus. Nope, just staring at me. He continued staring until the bus stopped.
– Monday night I was shoveling my driveway in the dark, while home alone. I see a man coming down our street, whistling. It was kind of eerie as our street was dead quiet and it was dark out. I quickly deduced that this was the end of me and this whistling gentleman was going to probably come and kidnap me. It turns out he was just getting his mail at the community mailbox which is located across from our house. He did stop to introduce himself and welcome me to the neighborhood. I told him my name was Tracey and we chatted for a few minutes before he went to get his mail. On his way back from the mailbox, he yelled over to me, “Was it Julie or Juicy?” I politely told him, “No, Tracey.” OK, so you mishear someone’s name and actually think Juicy is a viable option?