

The old Woman I ran into while I was jogging, I am not sure what had happened before I turned the corner, all I know is she was stalking something in her front yard from bush to bush. and man she was on a mission. In her floppy sandals clutching that broom to her breast ready to lay down a death strike on whatever poor little creature that set her off.
The second was actually kind of sad. While driving home I saw a old man in his rascal booting down the street. The rediculousness for me comes from the umbrella he was holding. It looked like he had just stole it from a clown and was trying to make a get away with it. He was soaked except for a little patch on the back of his shirt that the umbrella actually covered.
Funny things in my mind.
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