Open mouth, insert foot.

I feel like the stupid person who asks the fat woman when her baby is due.

Utterly horrified.

A man walks up to the counter tonight with 2 cases of Bush beer. Amused at his shirtless chest and black leather vest, I take a minute to scope out his entire outfit. Leather arm cuffs, beads, feathers.... Indian? It is, after all, the night before Halloween. Already I have seen a cereal killer, a pregnant nun, Bugsy, and a french maid.

"Let me guess, you're the indian from the Village People," laughing hysterically, I'm completely unable to contain myself.

"Where," Squanto is scanning the gas station for this person who is dressed like one of the Village People.

Where??? Did he actually say where???

Holy crap! This guy isn't actually wearing a costume. He's dressed like this for real!

Attempting to save face, I casually changed the subject by asking him where his jacket was, it was like 35 degrees outside. This backfired as well, however, and he stood there in silence while I tendered his sale.

Needless to say, I doubt this guy will be frequenting the store any time soon.

"Don't I know you?"

When I was in high school, I went to school with a guy who would eventually become a convicted sex offender that would spend time in prison.

The creepy thing is, I bumped paths with him last night at work.

He was in my checkout line and I pretended to not know him.

"Didn't I graduate with you?"

"No, I don't think so."

"You look very familiar, even your name is familiar."

"Hmmmm..... I don't think so. I graduated downstate."

Granted, the graduating downstate part is true, but the rest was a lie. I knew exactly who he was. The instant I saw him I knew who he was, and the look of recognition on his face told me he knew who I was.

I hope he doesn't start stopping at the shell to get gas all the time now.

The Move

A lot of things have changed for me recently.

Let me just start with the biggie.

On September 19 I left Charlie. I rented a one bedroom apartment and moved out with little more than the clothes on my back.

A new chapter of my life is starting, and I have to say, it's a little bit scary. I have Charlie harassing me on the phone and at work constantly now. It drives me insane.... I gave him everything. I walked away from my house, and my jeep, nearly every last piece of furniture I have.

I wish he would just leave me alone. When I was there, he was never home. He never helped me, I ran that house single handed.

Now he is practically my shadow, following just behind my every step.

I don't understand what I did to deserve such a fucked up life.