what 2 instead of 1? you that knit-picky? and where is this randy marsh post? either way if that is the best you have to say, save it. thanks
who has that tea now?
I will type my message and then respond to anything here. I went to get my haircut and well, lots of stuff were going on (tents set up with vendors, etc) and I was driving around checking it all out. All was fine for quite a while, needless to say I did not get my haircut! Eventually, a state plane started circling overhead. Cop vehicles then groups of them started to be going everywhere I was or briefly following or sitting in lots. I went to get a slice of pizza and noticed one driving one direction and he turned around and came back towards me and then stopped dead in the road and stared before moving on. On the way home, a cop in a small town was sitting up on a strip in front of a road with all his lights out. I passed another and finally got home. At least the night was peaceful.
Then went back the next day and they started driving around past me quicker than the other day. Vehicles seemed to be following me home and go off in the opposite direction or disappear when I pulled off and then resumed my course. Overall it was peaceful at home though, until today. While out in the garden, 2 F15's (I kid you not, some sort of fighter jets anyway) race over, make a U-turn and go back in the direction they came. Then a low but fairly distant state chopper. Either they are trying to harass me/ use a show of force, or some nut hacked my computer and they think I was him or something! Also, although 95% of ordinary people treat me fine/normally, there are a few asses and I don't know what their problem is but I would love to punch them out sometimes! At a pizza joint where I got a slice of pizza, a worker who was not waiting on me stared me down and would not stop staring at me and made weird noises at me as I walked out. In a booze store, a worker walked past me then partially turned around while caressing his chin and smurking and then went to another worker and then they were staring and talking. At a grocery store, a bagboy getting carriages was staring at me in the parking lot and later in the store. Now I do not look like a space alien or look in any other way abnormal and do not look like the typical smoker stereotype either. Bizarre lately, that's for sure!