I purchased one of those that's sort of see through that you wear a cami under. It was black and grey and white and teal. And it had ALOT of ruffles, way more than I had remembered in the store. It had ruffles down the front and on the sleeves. This is the part that really got to me. Every time I went the the bathroom and looked in the mirror I felt like i looked like one of those dragons that flair up when they get mad. Or maybe its a lizard dragon. You know one of those things that flair up at the sign of anger..Anywho, I tried to Google and this is what comes up when you type dragon on to google search.
First of all WTF? Is that a dragon bag? I'm here to tell you this world is full of some crazies! ha..Who even things of this? It's like an imaginary friend/creature but not really imaginary. You know he talks to that thing. I know its not polite to stare. But if I saw that walking down the street, I sure would... Not to often you see a leather dragon strapped on the back, or in this case just look like hes hanging on some dude.
Speaking of crazies. There is one thing I haven't experienced working in High Point and that's the crazies off of Cherry street. Altho, sometimes I drive down the street wondering if I am passing Fantasia's childhood home. She's made us so proud, I just want to know what residence housed all that talent.
Back to the crazies...one evening when I was heading home from work (off Cherry Street) and I had decided I needed to stop for gas, since the light was on. That's typically a good indicator. I decided to stop by the gas station near the ABC store and Bojangles. I had never stopped here before, mainly because it's sketch, but I had no choice. I quickly got out and pumped my gas and got back in the car as fast as I could.
Just as I turned on the car, here comes a crazy, "Miss, Miss...." Instead of just pulling off, I decided to engage in the conversation and rolled my window down about a third of the way. "Um, yes?" I said..."Do you you got some money, I'm howngry and I want a cheeseburger." I responded with, are you serious? Just two dollars he said, I just got out of jail and I am hungry. Whatever! you just want to buy some crack and I am not giving it to you. No I'm not, I juuuuuust got out of jail. From right up the street. That was no lie the police station was less then a quarter a mile away. Ugh..Fine, Here's two dollars. You can can go get some fries at Bojangles. It's right there walk across the street.
I want a cheeseburger from McDonald's. I hate it for I said. Will you take me he asked. Ha..are you crazy? This was a stupid question, he clearly was. He crept in closer to my window. Do you got some more money, I need some more. I see some change. I said, you just want crack..don't lie. I just came from jail. Do you realize what will happen to me if I buy crack, I'm on probation......at this point he was all the way in my window. Yes, I do know what will happen to you and if you don't back off my window, Ima call someone and have them put you right back! I have a Starbucks card..do you want that?
What's Starbucks. Ha..I gave a crackhead a Starbucks card..It has muffins. Catch the bus with the two dollars I gave you and go get a muffin and coffee. I don't want a muffin he said. I looked and him and responded you sure are ungrateful.
I'm sorry mommy, he said. Whaaat I am not your mommy. You pretty, whats your name. It's Ashley I said. ....O my sisters name is Ashley. Well what a flippen coincidence. Now, one might ask why I hadn't ended this conversation by now, but I was slightly intrigued with his persistence to get some money. And after all "what if he was an angel sent here from heaven, making certain I was doing my best to take my take to help another," per Joe Nichols country song. You got a number he said..Nope, I don't have a phone, knowing I just told him I was going to call someone if he didn't back off my window.
Can I have some more money? NO I told him. I've already given you $2.50 and and a Starbucks card (he had weasled and additional 50 cents out of me) . Ok, thank you, he said. As I drove off an yelled out the window Bojangles not CRACK!
This wasn't my first observation of a crackhead in downtown. On numerous occasions, driving home I witnessed crackheads talking to traffic light boxes. I have no explanation or observation for this other then ...crazies.
On a different occassion I went to the CVS in the same vicinity, of the crack head gas station. As soon as I walked int he door Mr. CVS himself jumped in my face. Can I help you? Nah, I'm ok..but thanks...Let me know he shouted across the store. As I was looking for a card..I hear, heeeello girl. Really, I am not in the mood for this. Hi I said back. Because I don't ignore anyone. It's just not my style. I kept looking for a card and moved aisles..Here he comes again around the corner. You have a good afternoon, he said. You too, Thank You. I know he was just being nice but twice he was in my personal space and made me a little uncomfortable and he smelled bad, like a fart and Body Odor. Really what was the purpose of those two lines anyway?
As I walked back to the register, Mr. CVS acted like he had just consumed one of those 5 hour energy shots, which was quite possible because they were right on the counter. Did you find everything ok? it sure is a beautiful day, Its cold, Do you have your CVS card...Whoaaa, I said slow down. Which question do you want me to answer first, yes its nice, I left my CVS card at home. This was turning out to be quite the lunch run.
After feeling like I just ran a marathon I turned around to leave and the boys behind me had 6 Cokes a piece! WTF do you need that many Coke's for? We were just a few miles from Wake Forest so, that explains a little..but I'm still not certain..thats a heck of a lot of soda..
Man o man, crazies..this word is full of them and I know I am a little crazy myself. But..for the record. If you are a crazy, catch me on a good day and I'll be happy to have a conversation with you.
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