Mutants are on the move.
I was in the local craft shoppe this afternoon (no, don't ask why), when I spotted the rare thirty-something female with a cell-phone implant chatting away in the scrapbook aisle. Public conversation, right? So I moved within twelve feet of her and listened. She paid no attention to me as she perused the bindings, all the while talking, talking, talking. I was unable to understand the creature's language. I stepped a little closer, now ten feet away, and lingered. She began to speak more softly. I inched closer still, pretending to look at the butterfly rubber-stamps. Without dropping a stitch, she left and relocated to the next aisle (the nerve of some people!). Clearly she did not wish to be overheard. What was she hiding? Hmmm...
I left the rubber-stamp aisle and circled around in the opposite direction. As soon as I was out of sight, the female moved back to the scrapbook aisle and resumed the conversation from the same spot. Curiouser and curiouser.
You see the creepiest people in craft shoppes.
1 comment:
Maybe she was planning a surprise party for you. You'll find out when and where soon enough!
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