Creepy Old Men

I almost hit a deer on my way home from work. In my defense it was dark and the stupid deer came out of nowhere. Luckily the accident was avoided.

All in all though today was a strange day, an excessively strange day. For one thing I seemed to be constantly tripping and falling over things. I am not the most graceful person, I fully admit this, but I was strangely clumsy today.

Then of course there was the creepy old guy episode. Oh. My. God. Why do old men think that it is alright to go to public places and say creepy things to the people that work at those places? Why? I would seriously like to know.

So today I went over to help out in the fudge shop for maybe a half hour, and this couple walks in. They picked out their fudge and then I asked about where they wanted to pay for it. They could pay for it then, or wait until they went downstairs. The guy says, “I can pay for it here, as long as you don’t charge me twice.” He could have easily stopped there, but did he? No. He continued with, “Or else I’d have to give you a hickey and you’d have trouble explaining that one.”

What the hell? I have now officially heard it all. Eh, now I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow…