So, I actually had something like that happen once. In college, I had a terrible roommate that would always stumble back to our dorm drunk and never lock the door. Well, one Saturday I woke up to a guy in a bathrobe and a cup of coffee staring at me. He said “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sometimes I like to come in and watch you sleep, it’s so peaceful.”
This is perhaps the weirdest thing that guy has done as far as I know, other than when I ran into him at Meijer late at night one time. He had a big stack of CDs in his arms, and he just said “you can never have enough bagpipe music!”
I realize that the dude was probably just regular deeply weird, and you just encountered it briefly.
But a part of me wants to believe in a world where that guy still tells this exact story, as the only two weird things they ever did, and you just happened to be there for both.
That would be hilarious. I just only catch him in the strangest, most embarrassing predicaments of his life. He could just be a perfectly normal guy, but maybe I’ll run into him again in five years when he’s on the side of the road for some necessary reason in a donkey costume covered in ketchup and lube and he’s just like “It’s not what it looks like, I swear!!”
“I love watching you sleep.”
“How did you climb that tree?!”
“Shhh, nighty night.”
So, I actually had something like that happen once. In college, I had a terrible roommate that would always stumble back to our dorm drunk and never lock the door. Well, one Saturday I woke up to a guy in a bathrobe and a cup of coffee staring at me. He said “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Sometimes I like to come in and watch you sleep, it’s so peaceful.”
This is perhaps the weirdest thing that guy has done as far as I know, other than when I ran into him at Meijer late at night one time. He had a big stack of CDs in his arms, and he just said “you can never have enough bagpipe music!”
I realize that the dude was probably just regular deeply weird, and you just encountered it briefly.
But a part of me wants to believe in a world where that guy still tells this exact story, as the only two weird things they ever did, and you just happened to be there for both.
That would be hilarious. I just only catch him in the strangest, most embarrassing predicaments of his life. He could just be a perfectly normal guy, but maybe I’ll run into him again in five years when he’s on the side of the road for some necessary reason in a donkey costume covered in ketchup and lube and he’s just like “It’s not what it looks like, I swear!!”