For those of you who have ever followed me on other blogs (generally blogs lasting a few weeks rather than the long running IRH), sometimes people say weird things to me. I used to have more stories when I would ride the bus, but since switching to walking most places and driving the places I can’t walk, my interesting encounters have been significantly reduced.
Apart from this week.
I knew that the days adding up to June 4th would be a little, shall we say, unique when the creepy man walking 10 feet behind me was swerving through cars exactly as I did in a parking lot on Monday. I felt like I was in a grown-up game of Follow the Leader, but I was the “leader” and a sketchy man with no coat and a few weeks of dirt in his greasy hair was my follower. Long story short, I tricked him at a cross walk and got to my destination safely. (He probably wasn’t even following me. I’m just paranoid)
The next day, on the same road, I walked past a man who yelled at me “What do you think about those (insert chosen profanity) Canucks?” Umm…they were a little disappointing, but I still like them? (don’t worry, mom, I didn’t actually respond)
I continued walking and the same man hopped on his bike and pedalled past me, shouting “The Sedin twins are a couple of little girls!” Thanks for sharing, Mr. Angry-Canucks-Fan-Turned-Cycling-Heckler.
Cut to last night.
On my way home from coffee, a journey that shound have taken me 20 minutes turned into almost 2 hours because of a horrible accident on the highway. I don’t know details, but there I was, sitting in my car as people around me got out and began wandering on the road. Some cars were pulling onto the shoulder and driving up the wrong way of a merge to get out, while I sat there like a chump with the truckers.
I turned on my trusty radio (and called my trusty Brian) to discover that the bridge was closed because of the accident. As I was learning this, I saw two truckers walking past my car. I rolled down my window and the conversation went something like this:
Me: Excuse me, but do you know any details about getting over the bridge?
Truck Driver #1: Oh dear, sweetheart, the bridge probably won’t be open until 6am.
Me: Pardon me?
TD #2: Yeah, we are going to be sleeping here tonight. You will be too, unless you can find another way to get where you need to go.
TD#1: You are more than welcome to sleep in my truck, darlin’.
(gravelly laugh)
I’ll even share my pillow.
(Blech. Why do people feel like it is acceptable to be so blatantly creepy?)
Me: (awkward laugh) No thanks, I’ll find another way. Have a good night.
TD#1: Suit yourself!
Me: (shiver…then roll up the window – the doors were already locked)
Ok, to those of you who usually have horrified faces when I tell stories like this, I didn’t feel in danger at all. The men were simply harmless creepy, just looking to get a reaction.
I turned my car onto what was becoming a detour (cops were everywhere) and Brian directed me home!
***Note: If you are reading this and you follow people in a stalking way, shout uncalled for profanities, or ask young women to share your pillow, please stop. We don’t find it amusing and are just plain grossed out.
Keep your creep to yourself, please.
On a much nicer and more designish note (and for those of you who come here for the photos), thanks to Rachel, I have been obsessed with a certain website. The idea is that these are vacation homes that you can rent for a few days, a week, or the rest of your life (maybe not an option, but I want to). Here are a few examples of my favourites.
A little Tuscan number
I suppose the view is ok
I would chop cheese and baguettes there all day
couldn't resist a lengthy dose of New York
still New York
What more could I ask for?
Even the blanket on the end of the bed looks exceptional
last one...from me (I'm sure you will click and spend hours)
Oh my, that view took my breath away!
the best vacation homes are those that are located near the beaches, they are really cool :;-