So, I’m driving toward my driveway. I’m 2 min.away on a county road and low and behold a half-nude man is walking down the middle of the road. ( it’s cold today) I stopped and checked my door locks. He zombie-like veered to the drivers side and kept walking. Never looked up, just strolled by. I’m shocked. I have no neighbors, there is no where to be coming from down this county road. It just ends at the county line. If he was walking somewhere he has a loooonnnnggg walk. I went home, closing my gate ( not that that would stop someone walking). Locked the doors and got the pistol out. I called my Son-of-a-wrek. Mr.Wrekker is out of town. My son comes down and looks around on the county road. He finds the guys pants and left boot and a pile of poop. We are sitting here laughing our asses off. Son’s gonna drive down the road and see if he’s still walking.
Now, why would some random guy just walk down a county road, take a dump, lose a boot, and a pair of pants and walk out? Makes no sense.
I called Mr.Wrekker and he doesn’t believe us. He wants a picture or it didn’t happen. I wish I had taken a pic of the guy. Son took a pic of the poop,boot,pants pile. He’s gonna send it to his dad. WTH?
Forget it, Jake, it’s Arkansas.
The aliens got him and all they left was what you found. No pooping in space, don’tcha know.
I saw him. Son-of-a-wrek got back and didn’t see the guy anywhere. He’s now thinking I’m cray-cray. He saw and photo’d the guys leavings. The guy is probably hiding in the woods. I’ve sent Son back to the pile to look in the pants for I.D.
I don’t think you have much to fear from someone who is taking no trouble to hide his crazy. Plus as you pointed out, he paid you no mind whatsoever. Prudent to lock the doors and keep a sharp eye just in case, but he sounds like someone who might be off his meds.
If it were me, I’d call the Sheriff’s office and ask them to try and locate the fellow to do a wellness check. He sounds like he’s in trouble and could easily die of exposure if no one looks after him soon.
We called the sheriff’s office. They’re sending a deputy out. There was a wallet in the guys pants. With money and a D.L. from Texas. I think they’re gonna find a motorcycle or a wrecked vehicle somewhere and a guy with a head injury. We’ll see.
Funny, I saw this at least every other day in LA. Now that I’m in Arkansas I…wait…w-was…was that me?
I’ll bet you’re right. I’m glad you called the Sheriff. And I hope the guy is ok when all is said and done.
The game’s afoot. Barney Fife is here. He’s sent out for the tracking dog. I assume Otis the drunk will be with him. I feel real sorry for the guy whose lost. This may very well be the worst night of his life.
Are you playing a trick on me? I told you you have to make your own fun in the Natural State, the land of opportunity, Arkansas. But, sir! you go too far.
(Seriously, put your pants back on)
My ex brother-in-law was that guy. We went to an iron maiden show in riverside, which is like 90 miles from LA where we lived, and he got so drunk/dosed that he completely disappeared. We looked for him until well after the show ended. We were the last ppl at the venue before we gave up and went home without him. Turns out he wandered off and was wNdering down the highway all night long before whatever he got dosed with wire off and called my sister from a payphone. She then had to drive the 80 or so miles back to get him the next day.
That sounds so safe and innocent ‘dosed’. Clearly that’s not how it went down (hehe).
He says he was offered a couple drags off a joint. But thinks that said joint was dosed with something else. Pcp maybe.
I’m glad you called it in Beck. I don’t know why the guy is wandering about, but he clearly needs help.
Beck, are you sure he’s not your husband? It’s Wabbit Season so we’d understand if you forgot what he looks like.
Update:
No man found, no disabled vehicle found. Police took the boot, pants but not the poop. A motorcycle helmet was found on the state high-way about 10miles away. Not sure if its connected.
The tracking dog was not interested in tracking. Him and Otis went home.
Son said it was the biggest C.F. he’s ever seen. No one knew what to do. They’re gonna call out the sheriff’s auxiliary on horseback tomarrow. I didn’t go out there. They came and took a statement from me.
I really don’t think they would believe me had it not been for the items found.
Were sitting around waiting on an update we probably will never hear. Unless they find a body. Then they’ll probably accuse me. If I drop off the board all of a sudden you’ll know what happened.
ETA Mr. Wrekker is in Texas, alive and well. With his pants and both boots on. I checked.
Maybe your son is playing an elaborate prank on you. That would actually be my best guess if not for the fact police responded. Check around where you’ve been for hidden cameras. :eek: Taking a picture with poop included and sending it to a relative is like something out of a prank scheme designed to amplify mortification.
Nah. He wouldn’t do that to his dear ol’ Ma. Altho’ he does have a bunch of friends in LE.
People can get in some very big trouble for playing a prank on the police. I just hope that whoever this man is, he can be located safely.
What does that stand for in this context? Canine Force?