My recent blogs about weird shit that has happened to me made me remember another story.
This happened when I was 19.
I was driving downtown with one of my friends, Andre. It was a nice day so I had the windows of my old truck rolled down. We come up to a red light and since we are on a one way street the sidewalk is right outside my window. Out of nowhere this rather crusty looking hobo comes around the corner, stops right next to my truck, looks directly into my soul and says
"You're running out of time, Miss America."
At that moment the light turned green and I had to move on. Andre says to me "Umm did that crazy bum just call you Miss America?"
I was positive that this hobo knew I was going to die soon.
I refused to watch that Angelina Jolie movie "Life or Something Like it." because I was confident we shared the same fate.
Yes, I realize sometimes I am not very logical. I can't help it.
What would you have thought in this situation?