Bizarre
Once upon a time, when I lived with my parents after Hurricane Katrina, I had the house to myself. This happened frequently, as my parents liked to take road trips to Las Vegas. One Friday night, around 12:30 a.m. or 1:30 a.m., I looked around their house thought I really need a bookshelf. Obviously, this had to be dealt with right away, so off I went to the local Wal-Mart- one of the few 24 hour establishments in this weird little state. Yes, I bought and assembled a bookshelf at this hour of the night (morning?). When I get a wild hair, it pretty much wraps around my neck like a noose; I’m just compelled to engage in whatever strange activity or quest that piques my interest.
Tonight, I had to stop at Wal-Mart for milk. I was there at 12:00 a.m. The woman in front of me at the checkout was buying a large inflatable pool. I found myself wondering what sort of person buys an inflatable pool at such an hour. Then I realized something: probably the same type of person that rushes out of their parents’ house at 12:30 a.m. to purchase a bookshelf.
My life is like a weird jigsaw puzzle, pieced together by these tiny revelations.
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