So I was in the Target with the girls and Catherine was examining a fabulous new Pokemon case for her Gameboy (Which she ended up getting in exchange for cleaning the kitchen.) I see a man shpping with his family, and I get that feeling... you know the one.. like “Hey, I know that guy!” But you can't remember where or in what context you know him from. Yep. But I am sure I know him.
Then I go down another isle. There he is again. I know that guy. I swear to it. And he sees me and there, he has that look too. But I don't say a word.
Because if I can't remember him, what if he is a former inmate? Some drug dealer or pot grower or meth lab operator who has been recently released? Yep, I am paranoid.
Maybe he is an inmate's relative. I work visiting a lot. Perhaps I have seen him coming to visit.
Maybe he works with me. I don't think so. But maybe. A lot of people work where I work.
Do I know him from somewhere else? I don't know. I don't go many places. But I just couldn't figure it out.
So the girls and I leave that Target with our purchases. Catherine and her Pokemon case. Carolynn and her new Blue Ray movie (Burlesque). Me and my weed killer.
Then I get home, and bam, it hits me!
I totally went to high school with that guy. We were totally friends and in the choir together.
Yep. Paranoia. Thanks inmates. I appreciate that.