This girl. That girl. Dressed like Little Bo Peep.
Strange, and wrong. On forty different levels.
Blue, ruffle-skirted dress with a white, strappy top.
Add a pair of sky-high cork wedge strappy sandals to match.
All that is missing is a bonnet and a sheep.
Definitely makes the perfect ensemble to wear at the art fair.
Even better. She was with her mom. My mom would not have allowed that. Or much less would want to be seen with me wearing that ridiculous costume for an outfit.
Or she would just have told me how awful I looked. She always tells it like she sees it. No messing around.
But sadly, that girl was not so lucky. And therefore, looked like a nursery rhyme character.
However, Bo Peep was not the only strange character seen at the art fair.
There were more than enough inappropriately dressed “beach-goers” roaming around the booths in their ill-fitting bathing suits. Ew.
And let’s not forget the nerds. Not your typical nerds. Rather, the couple that tries to dress preppy and cool, but cannot hide the nerdiness. The guy wearing preppy khakis and a polo, but let’s face it, he still just looked geeky. And the girl… well, she had a semi-dressy sundress, with platform, black-and-pink, lacy, peep-toe stilettos. Stripper shoes to the max. So sadly, she looked like a nerdy stripper. Sigh.
Some people just confuse me. Some amuse me. Some accomplish both. An amazing feat. But they don’t even know.
But, either way, those are just a few of the slightly memorable crazies witnessed at the art fair. I’m sure there will be plenty more of these occurrences throughout the summer. And commenting on them all is what I do for fun. Even if they are secretly commenting about me. But hey, I have a sense of humor.
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I don’t really like semis to begin with. They may be handy for transport, but they are intimidating and often move a little too swiftly for their size.
Today I had a super encounter with said crazy trucker. I was trolling along in the middle lane on the highway, minding my own business, traveling at the speed limit, when lo and behold a semi is steadily moving closer behind me, not backing down. Now it was obvious he was exceeding his speed limit, but he was also passing mine. After a mile or so he did not back off, and proceeded to move into the third lane behind another vehicle (and it really ticks me off whenever any trucker does that, as there is no need to be in that lane, aside from it not being allowed). So, being a bit annoyed at this point, I sped up a couple miles-per-hour just so the third lane driver was slower than I was, ensuring he did not pass me in that way.
But even after I passed the other vehicle, the truck remained in the third lane back behind me for about 5 miles.
I began to feel a bit paranoid by this action. As if he was following me. Tracking me down just to make me mad. As if I didn’t already despise his presence. I felt like I was in the movie “Duel”, being chased down by some madman trucker for no apparent reason. Only I’m not Dennis Weaver. And we were on the highway instead of the middle-of-nowhere. However, Weaver did drive a Valiant in that movie (which is completely awesome), and since that was my first car, we have a special connection.
And although the guy didn’t try to run me off the road and kill me, he still pushed my buttons. And I know that is what he was doing. Because that’s what people do. I’m pretty sure people are out to get me. Just in general.
He did move back into the middle lane after that whole ordeal, right about the time I headed for the off-ramp. And I swear he had his arm in the air as he passed by, either a friendly wave or an obscene gesture, but I guess I will never know.
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