Did I Wake Up in Wonderland?

Curiouser and curiouser … could this week get any stranger?

I should have known the proceeding week would bring many strange encounters when I locked myself out of my house (again) on Saturday.

I was running late for a Skype meeting to go over some travel plans with friends when I discovered that my keys were inside the house and I was outside of it and most importantly, the door was locked. I rang the house phone and that of every occupant of the house only to find that they were all away – I just missed them – and so I’d have to wait. To make things more interesting, I had to go. You know, go.


Lucky for me, I’m a gadget lover so, I hopped back into my car, logged on to Skype on my iPad and used my phone charger to charge my phone while surfing the web for travel deals. The only problem was, I still needed to, you know … go.

After my session, I decided to go to the closet Panera, missed the exit, had to drive 15 extra minutes to get back to the correct exit, finally making it to the Panera only to realize that I left my wallet at home, with my keys. Thankfully, I had some cash my bag so I didn’t feel too badly about rushing into the Panera to, you know, go. At least I could buy something to eat and wait until I could get into the house again.

Let’s talk about Sunday.

I got a new bicycle, so I’ve been trying to ride it as much as I can. On my way to the salon on Sunday, I passed by a group of teenagers. One yell out, “Hey, can I ride in your basket!?”

No … really. No.

Fast forward to Tuesday.

I promise I am not making this story up. I mean, I know I have a pretty good imagination, but, somethings can’t be imagined.

As I stood in the line to enter the train, I noticed a man standing between the cars; the problem was that he noticed me noticing him. Never a good thing.

At the next stop, said man – let’s call him Weirdo – came into my car and the following conversation occurred:

Weirdo: How much did you pay for your shoes?
Me: *startled* What!?
Weirdo: How much did you pay for your shoes?
Me: *mumble price*
Weirdo: How much? They look cheap.
Me: Oook.
Weirdo: Do you speak Spanish?
Me: No.
Weird0: What language did you learn in school?
Me: *turning body away* English and French
Weirdo:  Where are you from?
Me: South America
Weirdo: *stares* Ok. Do you have a brother?
Me: Yes.
Weird0: How old is he?
Me: 19.
Weirdo: Do you have a sister?
Me: *sigh* Yes.
Weirdo: How old is she?
Me: 17.
Weirdo: *pulling out condoms from bags* Do you want this?
Me: *appalled* No thanks.
Weirdo: Give it to your brother.
Me: My brother does not live with me.
Weirdo: Give it to your mother
Me: I live by myself.
Weirdo: *stares* *walks away*

Then, dear reader, he decided to give his condoms away to other commuters. No one accepted.

How about Thursday?

As I rode my bicycle towards the train station, a man on his lawn – with a cup in his hand – called out to me. I acknowledged him and tried to continue on my way, but he had to ask me a question. “What’s your name?” I told him. “Do you live on Carrol?” No.

I know, he was being polite, I mean, this is the second time he’s seen me ride by his home, but the thing is, I’m not a morning person; I do not like morning chitchat and I definitely don’t like talking to strangers in the morning. If I had known that riding a bike was such a social activity, I wouldn’t have purchased one!

I jest, but, at least I can’t complain that my week was a dull one.

Oh … wait. Did I mention that my arm is black and blue and I have no idea what happened? Well, that happened as well.

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