Yesterday morning I did my daily ritual of looking out the window to see what the weather looks like [I’ve learned to put very little faith in the weather man]. Parked in front of my apartment was a shiny silver BMW. It looked like someone was sitting in front of it staring up at me but because of the reflection of the trees on the windshield, I couldn’t be sure. I looked for a bit longer and finally decided there wasn’t a guy sitting in the front seat with a white shirt on but it was just a white towel draped over the seat. I continued about my daily routine and when I went outside to get in the car I saw the Beamer was still there.
And I was wrong.
It was a guy in a white button-up shirt just sitting there looking at me. Mind you, by this time he’d been there for about 45 minutes. I drove away and thought about circling the block so I could get behind him and take note of his license plate number.
But then I remembered I wasn’t in an episode of 24 and went on to work.
Today I was in Garrett painting the front door trim of a house. I was painting, painting, painting away. I happened to turn around and there in the street parked in front of the house was a shiny silver Corvette. The driver was sitting there just staring at me. I looked at the guy and tried to figure out if maybe I knew him but he started up the sports car and zoomed away.
What the freak is going on?