I don’t like today, today’s been a bad day. If it weren’t for the fact that two nice men were born on this day, I’d say it was evil. It’s one of those Twin Peaks kind of days where everything seems just plain wrong. It started out just feeling odd, I couldn’t explain it, it just wasn’t a good day. And it kept getting worse.
The oddities of the day became apparent around 3:00. My Mom and I had just dropped my Dad off at the airport. He flew to Germany today on business. On our way home from the airport, on a pretty major highway, we stopped at a red light. To our right there was a sedan, parked on the shoulder, and – in all seriousness – there was a person dressed in a Scooby Doo suit, leaning against his car. He was waving at people, stopping occasionally to shout at certain drivers, wave his arms, and make rude gestures. What the crap is that about? My Mom had me call the police to report it, since they’re asking everybody to report anything overtly strange that you see. I think seeing a Scooby Doo make rude gestures at other drivers from the shoulder of a major thoroughfare definitely qualifies as overtly strange.
The day didn’t stop there. I went to an activity for that youth group I volunteer/help out/participate in. We went out west and had a party inside a church building, but they were also giving hayrides around this neighborhood. I sat on the hay and watched as the other kids made loud noises, and I just felt sick inside. That same feeling I had this morning, times ten. It didn’t feel right.
Then I got home, I watched ‘A History of Britain’ and learned all about Oliver Cromwell and the revolution in Britain. It was great, I learned a lot. Things make a whole lot more sense now. But, then I switched to NBC because I wanted to get it set up to record Saturday Night Live. I caught the news. Somebody else got shot. Tonight. In a parking lot. Just walking to his car. That wasn’t even the scariest part. They found a white truck with a shellcasing inside. And they found it so close to where I live. For the first time in all of this I’m actually pretty scared. I want to go away somewhere, to some place like Montana. Nobody gets shot out of the blue just walking out to their car in Montana. Or just getting gas. Or going shopping.
I think I might go watch SNL after all. I need a good laugh.