Eccentric
In stories about neighborhood life, there always seems to be one eccentric. One is just about as much as any neighborhood can handle.
But then again, that's usually fiction.
Non-fiction aparently has room for many more.
How else do you explain the number of eccentric people we hear from?
A woman with 85 cats (How do you get 85 cats?) who feeds the neighborhood rats in the backyard of a friend
A woman whose dirty clothes pile reaches the ceiling
A man who sends a letter to someone he has never met on the other side of the globe to ask if she would send him a meal (His letter was torn and mangled and took a week and a half to arrive. Can you imagine what a meal would look like?)
A woman who feeds mice in her apartment and then insists that her neighbors use only critter-friendly traps so that, once "trapped", the mice crawl around dragging their hindquarters which are stuck to the trap
A man who asks if you have "other dimensions" that you need to get off to and then keeps talking on the phone for another 10 minutes.
Really, who knew there were so many eccentric people out there?
Somedays my co-worker peers around my cubicle wall and says "Sometimes I wonder if maybe they are normal and we are the weird ones."
I shiver as goosebumps break out and quickly hush, hush her.
And then I walk home for lunch barefoot, singing at the top of my lungs.
But then again, that's usually fiction.
Non-fiction aparently has room for many more.
How else do you explain the number of eccentric people we hear from?
A woman with 85 cats (How do you get 85 cats?) who feeds the neighborhood rats in the backyard of a friend
A woman whose dirty clothes pile reaches the ceiling
A man who sends a letter to someone he has never met on the other side of the globe to ask if she would send him a meal (His letter was torn and mangled and took a week and a half to arrive. Can you imagine what a meal would look like?)
A woman who feeds mice in her apartment and then insists that her neighbors use only critter-friendly traps so that, once "trapped", the mice crawl around dragging their hindquarters which are stuck to the trap
A man who asks if you have "other dimensions" that you need to get off to and then keeps talking on the phone for another 10 minutes.
Really, who knew there were so many eccentric people out there?
Somedays my co-worker peers around my cubicle wall and says "Sometimes I wonder if maybe they are normal and we are the weird ones."
I shiver as goosebumps break out and quickly hush, hush her.
And then I walk home for lunch barefoot, singing at the top of my lungs.
Comments
Could it be that you hear from that one eccentric character... in every neighborhood across the globe?
;)