Why Me?

So last night I decided to run into the drug store across the street from work to pick up a few things. It's not in the best area, so I just wanted to get in and get out without incident. Yeah, right...

I walk in the store and I'm there all of 3.2 seconds, when this filthy man in a wheel chair with a pic line still taped to his arm, rolls up to me and says, "Excuse me, do you know where they keep the air fresheners?" What The Phuck???!

I told him that I was sorry, but I don't really know where anything is because I don't normally shop there. He just sat there, looking up at me. I wanted to say, "Actually, why don't you forgo the air freshener all together and head directly to the soap aisle? Cuz, dude, you smell like ass!" But I didn't. I just smiled and wished him luck and finished my shopping.

I got up to the register and this creepy middle-aged dude with a big furry mustache was ringing me out. He was making idle chit chat, which I just pleasantly nodded along with. I pull out my credit card, he asks credit or debit, and then I slide it through the little machine on my side of the counter. My name pops up on the screen, and nothing else happens.

"Do I need to do anything?" I ask, innocently. "No, no. You just sit back and relax, and I'll take care of everything" he cooed. Just then, I got the shivers and threw up a little in my mouth. I could not get out of there fast enough!

The worst part about it all is that when I got home, I realized that I got ripped off. The "Buy One Get One Free" lipstick rang up regular price. I wasn't paying attention at the store, due to the weirdness that surrounded me. So now I have to go back there and return my lipsticks. And, as you can probably imagine, I am so very eager to get back there....

I don't know what it is about me, but any freak, weirdo, psycho, oddball kook within about a 30 mile radius, is somehow drawn to me. Stuff like this happens to me all the time. At my old job, I traveled all the time. We would go out to bars in a group, and the weirdest, creepiest freaks would always single me out and approach. Homeless men would hit on me, men who didn't speak English, old dudes, drunken fools, and the list goes on and on. I have so many stories I could tell you, but you'll have to wait and read the book.

Anywho, Mel suggested I go back there today on my lunch break, so as to avoid another incident. I will keep you posted on what happens THIS time around. Wish me luck :)