Saturday night (11:30pm) we're waking home from Cafe West (hospital cafe, delicious cheap food - and a soda fountain from the future) and we passed a hobo sitting on the side of the road holding/waving a dagger/knife at us mumbling who knows what.
I thought he said something like..."I'm gonna kill you, you young couples."
Kyle didn't believe me. But i was scared and we walked extremely fast the rest of the way home.
notice anything wrong with this story?
I didn't, until i told it to one of my co-workers monday and she asked, "so did you call the police??"
the answer to that question: nope.
didn't even cross our minds.
so here is my public apology to anyone who was later hurt by that creepy creepy man.
i'm so so sorry.