Line-up peculiarities:
Oookay. That was weird. I was just standing in the Cafe Artigianos line-up to get my morning cookie, and the woman behind me kept looking expectantly around me with a smile on her face. The second time she did it, I thought well maybe she thinks she knows me so I did a quarter-turn, and smiled back at her. She makes eye contact and smiles back.
Hmmm. So, at this point, I think well she doesn’t know me, and didn’t say anything so I guess that’s that.
She does it again — Maneuvering herself close to me, and trying to make eye contact again. She does this a few more times. Now this is weirding me out at this point. She doesn’t look odd. She doesn’t look like she wants anything, and I’m paying attention to my place in line, so it’s not like she needs to get around me. She actually looks like a pleasant 50ish type lady, but at this point, I’m wondering if everything is firing correctly upstairs.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait to find out — It was my turn next in line.
Would you have said something where I didn’t?
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Hey maybe she recognizes you from your blog and now she’s reading this? I met a really cool lady that way – she said hi to me on the 99 B-line and said she’d been reading my blog for about a year. Freaked me right out but she was so nice, it turned out to be okay.
aww dont feel like a bitch! hindsight is 20/20
Damn, Mark… Did I forget to give you back your dress?
And, yer right Col
maybe she was hitting on you.
Ya, ya – I think she wanted you. She was imagining going on a date with you. That’s why she kept smiling.
You guys are both FREEKING ME OUT. She was like, 50 something.
Stop it!
Bah! Age is just a number.
One of the women I’m seeing is in her 40′s. I think there’s a … 16 year age difference between us.
maybe she just wanted to strike up a conversation with you? My mom is in her fifties and she’s always looking to talk to someone while she’s waiting in line…she’s just friendly.
If it were me and it looked like the woman was waiting for me to do something, I might have said hi or made some sort of comment about hating waiting in lines…then see what she had to say to me.
*sigh*
Now I feel like a bitch.
You’re not a bitch. She could have been a crazy stalker ax-murderer who was looking for her next victim. The smile on her face could have been from her imagining what your skin would look like on her wall.
I bet you saved your life by not talking to her.
I feel so much better now. (Mind you, ’tis I that’s the axe murderess — The bodies will never be located, I say! I’m not actually divorced, don’t you know? I’m a widow… hehehe)
What a rollercoaster, today. LOL!
were you wearing that black wig, and my sexy PVC dress?