Let's start with Tuesday night. I ate WAY too much lasagna and bread and then drank almost a full bottle of soda (not the big ones sillies.... you know what I mean). So after House, I was still so incredibly stuffed. I felt like a pin cushion. So I told Candice that before Ghostfacers, we HAD to go on a walk. So we did. It was a lovely night- the moon was almost full, the temperature was warm, no clouds, it was beautiful. Candice has a quiet neighborhood so we were just walking and talking about my Parables talk when this kid roller bladed past us. OK, not a big deal but just then these two squawky birds flew over our head. Honestly, I thought they were bats. But they weren't. Bats don't make noise like that. However, great minds (hahahaha) must think alike cuz Blade-y up ahead of us, calls back to us and asks us if we know what kind of bird it is? He suggests it a bat when we respond that we don't know and we kind of shrug. He then proceeds to ask us where we're going (to which we respond that we're just walking....) and then waits for us to catch up with him. Odd. Then it gets weirder! He starts rollerblading next to us at the speed that we're walking. He's not even talking to us, he's just rollerblading next to us. Bizarre! Finally, he speeds up and Candice leans over to me and whispers "Um, so I'd be worried about this if he wasn't fourteen." But he was fourteen so it was fine.
What was not fine was the car of five guys that parked right as we were walking through the park. It was very much an Outsiders scene- Ponyboy and Johnny sitting in the park, minding their own business, when Randy, Bob and the rest of the Socs show up.... that kind of creepy. We made a severe left turn, quickly circled round and headed for home to avoid the carful of guys that outnumbered us 5-2. And then I thought things would be OK until I heard a loudspeaker say something and Candice says "Don't worry, that's just the prison."
I beg your pardon?????
But that, to say the least, was no the weirdest experience I've had because I must talk about tonight. Jenny and I are alone in the jr. high room, just chatting about the girls and life and whatever when this older man pokes his head into the room, takes a look around and at us and then leaves. We don't know who this man is, he doesn't look familiar and we're kind of nervous. So Jenny's like "come on, get your keys and let's go!" Just as we're about to walk down the stairs, he comes back down the hall. We can't not say anything so I ask him if we can help him with someone. He replies that he was just looking for a pastor or something and so I tell him that there's nobody around and they've all gone home. I made sure he gets down the stairs, I lock up both doors and as he's walking to his car, he turns around and asks us if we know Mark Van. We say yes but tell him Mr. Van's definitely not here and could we pass on a message? He said no and starts to walk dejectedly to his car.
Well, this certainly NOT the beginning of a Supernatural episode where the VOTW (Victim of the Week) gets off-ed before Sam and Dean can arrive but it was weird nonetheless. The guy did not look good- he looked like he was in a super dark place, really depressed, his white button-down was hanging onto him, he looked like he needed help. I just couldn't let him drive away so I called after him to wait and said that I'd pop into the high school room and see if anyone was there. Luckily, Joey was in there talking to Jeremy and right after I finished telling Joey the story, the man pokes his head in. Joey and Jeremy go to talk to him while Jenny and I wait inside for a good fifteen minutes. I think Joey got him to call up the church the next day and make an appointment to talk to one of the senior pastors and the man went off on his way. I was really glad that Joey was there to take control of the situation because I really didn't want the guy to leave in the state of mind that he is. So hopefully my awkward good deed of the day helped.
I am eagerly anticipating what the night has in store for me tomorrow..... hehehehehe.
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