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What’s your level of crazy?
He didn’t believe me when I said ZERO.
It was a slightly cloudy with a chance of meatballs Sunday afternoon and after running an errand, and having no one to play with…I was like — HUH. What am I going to do for the rest of my afternoon?
Oh! That’s right. I can go have brunch at one of my summer spots that I used to hit after the farmer’s market. Wasn’t quite the same since I didn’t have any quiche or cheese or fresh vegetables but I settled in nonetheless.
I quitely read my book as I drank grapefuit misosa’s and ate pizza instead of my usual dessert.
It was getting pretty busy and I was done and took off for the restroom before my signing my check. When I returned (as I had suspected) my seat was occupied.
“Oh, do you need your seat back?”
I had seen him before on much warmer days.
“No. I’m good. I’m about to leave, but thanks.”
If I can manifest that someone would be sitting in my seat when I returned then I really need to start putting this skill to work.
He continued to talk half-way towards me and half-way towards his buddy and then quickly turned to me and said, “What’s YOUR level of crazy?”
