One of the things I liked best about moving from the suburbs into Boston was all the fun people I would talk to on the street.
I know it’s mean to call them crazy people, but I can’t think of a generalization for the stories I would like to hear.
Besides, when i am an old lady,I am going to wear a red plastic fire hat and wear wellingtons and a flowered dress, while pulling a red wagon full of rocks i painted and sell for two bits apiece. This is really my goal, and one of the reasons I stopped smoking was to increse my chances of living long enough to carry out this dream.
Anyway-
You guys will never believe what this crazy old lady said to me when i was walking home last night. On Mass Ave-
this lady stopped me and said slowly and delieberately-
“Listen to me. Never…drink…turpentine.”
I must have made some sort of shocked face. I was…flabbergasted. Of all the people in the world she could have said that to.
“Don’t smile at me, young lady- this is serious. NEVER DRINK TURPENTINE.”
My pet rat is named Turpentine. And my friend wrote a song about drinking turpentine that he plays for me sometimes on my guitar.
I wonder if this lady was crazy because she was psychic and she is troubled by clairvoyant thoughts she cannot control.
Just a thought.
This isn’t the only time this has happened. I have very starnge conversations with strangers all the time, people that are, um- crazy people.
Maybe i shouldn’t talk to them, but…
I get some good stories out of it.
So does anybody else have exchanges with strangers like this?