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Apparently I need to get out more. lol For most people, I'm the one they'd be answering with. I prefer "quirky" though.
HadleyH said:You know, me too I think I have lived a sheltered life too!lol lol ....but then i wouldn't mind to know an odd person.... i think they are lots of fun!
Miss 1929 said:Sounds like the sheltered ones need to spend some time in a big city. Weirdos are a dime a dozen in San Francisco. I actually like that, because no one CARES how odd you are. It's very liberating.
Miss 1929 said:Sounds like the sheltered ones need to spend some time in a big city. Weirdos are a dime a dozen in San Francisco. I actually like that, because no one CARES how odd you are. It's very liberating.
Claireg said:Ok, I am a psychiatric nurse so I have a bit of an advantage here ...
It's the music, Chas. It's poison, I tell ya, it's poison!Chas said:Me. I'm utterly hopeless.
That devil jazz makes oddballs out of us all!Fletch said:It's the music, Chas. It's poison, I tell ya, it's poison!
Marc Chevalier said:Fedora Loungers wear fedoras. We like to be odd.
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Chad said:I once knew a man named Johnny Columbo. He'd come into the store I was working at every day and buy a paper and a pack of Beeman's gum. I only knew his name by his credit card. He had scars all over his face and just a really intimidating look. One day, I got off early and saw him standing outside the store, enjoying a cigarette. To make conversation, I asked him for a light and we began chatting about the weather, about his really unique duster (that actually looked nice on him; the only person I've seen who could wear a duster with class), and eventually got on the topic of work.
I explained to him that I was just a struggling student with limited aspirations, and that's why I was working as a cashier at a pharmacy. He told me that he started off the same way, and that he was in a line of work now that he thought he'd never be in. Eventually, I asked him what it was, and he opened his duster to reveal two revolvers, holsters on either shoulder. He told me "Au revoir" and walked away. I never spoke to him that intimately again, but he still came every day until the spring, when I didn't see him anymore. I quit the job shortly after that.
Sometimes I wander through that store in the mornings during the fall and winter to see if he ever comes back. No dice.
Was he a contract killer? Was he a cop that took his job far too seriously? Did he just sell firearms? I will never know. But, I like to think the world is weird enough to allow for any possibility.
Senator Jack said:Umm...there was one FLer who insisted God told him I was sent to this planet to be his stand-up comedy partner. (No, I haven't made this up and it got really weird after a while.)
Mr. 'H' said:^ Weird indeed. Did he get the heave-ho?