My gripe of the day:
"If I tell you to leave me alone, leave me alone!"
Today I had to go to the local fabric store to pick up some last minute supplies. On my way back I suddenly had this sinking feeling that someone was following me. A man about my height, scraggly and couldn't speak very well started circling me. He kept "saying" things but I couldn't understand him. I know he spoke English, but it sounded like he was missing teeth or had too many drug experiences to relay what he was trying to say. Whenever he spoke, alcohol permeated through he porthole.
He continued to repeat something that sounded like:
"I am the kahrmanure."
(WHAT???)
"I am the kahrmanure!" He continued repeating it to me over and over again. I'm getting closer to my apartment, so I start thinking to myself, how am I going to get rid of this jerkface? I then raised my hand at him and just freaked out.
"LOOK!," I said, " I don't know who you are, or what you are saying just leave me alone!!!" I think I scared some people that were around me, but the scraggly man just looked at me and blurted out,"
"gorf ahead and shmalp me." (or something I assumed he said), "I don't carf! I knowf Kurate!" He then continued to "lamely" lift his leg up in the air. Once. Then twice and he then looked at me. You also need to remember I was walking as fast as I can away from him and he kept following!!! Luckily there was a stop light and he stopped while I just gunned past some oncoming cars.
Anywho... All I can hear while I walked even faster was..."I am kahrmanure!... I am the kahrmanure! ....I am kahrmanure!"
XO !!!! I hate leaving my apartment sometimes.
GAH!!!!