Let’s Chat…

Have you ever been minding your own business, and someone randomly starts a conversation with you that is completely without context?

A lady, who appeared to be in her late 60’s walked up to me while I was reading the news. She walked to the counter, and rested her arms on the surface in a relaxed manner. Instead of saying, hello, or, excuse me, she waited for me to notice her. “Hello, how can I help you?” I even smiled at her.

“You know, I bet you would get more respect from people, like myself, if you cut off all of that hair.” Well, that was a bit random. I can also say random stuff.

“I have a cat named Posternutbag.” Her eyes widened, and she dropped her mouth open.

“Why would you give your cat that name?”

“It’s from a Phish song… Lesson learned, don’t get drunk, and stoned, and listen to Phish, before naming your pet.”

“That is an awful name.”

“It has entertainment value.”

“What kind of entertainment do you get from giving your can such a horrible name?”

“When I take, Posternutbag to the vet, the nurse calls Posternutbag, Mr. Nutbag. I think that’s hysterical… I have been told that I shouldn’t be allowed to name any of my future children.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“But, I kind-of like the name Rutherford The Brave.” She was clearly unsure of what to think of me. I don’t think I was doing any good at gaining her respect.

“Is your cat a boy, or a girl?”

“Well… Posternutbag was born male, but due to a severe urinary tract infection, the doctor had to make a choice between putting Posternutbag down, or performing surgery.”

“So he had surgery? What did they have to do?”

“They cut off Posternutbag’s boy parts. Posternutbag is transgender. I’m letting Posternutbag decide his, or her own identity. It’s not up to me to judge. I don’t limit access to the litter box, either. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go.”

“I have to go to bed. This is just too much.”

“Sleep well. It was nice chatting with you.”

I love that I am such a people person.



3 thoughts on “Let’s Chat…

  1. Almost cut my hair
    Happened just the other day
    It’s gettin’ kind of long
    I could’ve said it was in my way
    But I didn’t and I wonder why
    I feel like letting my freak flag fly
    And I feel like I owe it, to someone, yeah
    Must be because I had the flu this Christmas
    And I’m not feeling up to par
    And increases my paranoia
    Like looking in my mirror and seeing a police car
    But I’m not, I’m not giving in an inch to fear
    ‘Cause I’ve promised myself this year
    I feel oh, like I owe it, to someone
    When I get myself together
    I’m gonna get down in that sunny southern weather, yeah
    I’m goin’ find a space inside a laugh, yes
    Separate the wheat from some chaff
    I feel
    Like I owe it, yeah, to someone

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s