You would think a shrink wouldn’t use the word “crazy,” but I’ve got to tell you, counselors use the word quite liberally. We know the truth, we’re all a little bit crazy from time to time. In fact, the world would be quite boring if we weren’t. So, I’ve been thinking about some recent encounters that were just a tad bit off kilter… and humorous to boot.
The other week I returned from work and just as I was about to pull into my garage, saw a strange puppy sitting calmly in my neighbor’s yard. It was white with a black spot
When I was walking back to my house, I saw a woman walking in front of me carrying lots of bags; she seemed disoriented and tired. I asked if I could help. She was looking for a certain house but was lost and had a problem with her leg. She asked to use my phone, appearing exasperated. I allowed her in (yes, as I have already said, I am a bit crazy too) and long story short, ended up driving her to her destination. Of course we got lost along the way, but she was very nice and grateful.
A few days later I was driving downtown and saw a man in a wheel chair traveling down the middle of the road. Curiosity got the best of me, and I slowed down. “Why are you in the road?” I asked.
“Can I have 8 dollars?” He replied.
“No.” I said.
“Two dollars?” he asked.
“No, but I’ll pray for you.” I asked his name and prayed for him right there in the road, and he seemed at peace with that.
THEN, and this is my last one, I came home and saw a moving truck parked behind me house and someone moving furniture into MY garage! I thought I was really losing it. I approached, and an old (former) neighbor ran toward me. “Tabi! I’ve been calling you…”
“Are you sure about that?!” (I looked down at my phone.) “What are you doing?” I asked, shocked.
“I knocked and knocked on your door,” he said this in a breathless way, like he had been chased by a rabid wolf or something and needed me to open up right then. “I just need to store these things until tomorrow. I promise I will pay you.” (famous last words)
“How much?” I asked, feeling suddenly broke.
“Whatever you want,” he lied.
“Will you really get this stuff out by tomorrow?” gullible me.
“I promise, ” he said.
Well, you know what happened. The stuff is still there a week later, and then a month later. I saw him in Bi Lo. He said he was still looking for a place but would understand if I had to move his things.
“Can I get you something?” He asked. I looked at his basket, noticing the Crunch’n Munch.
“Do you want some Crunch ‘n Munch?” He had read my mind! So you know I said yes, and took my box home. The only payment I have received.
I have no moral insights to add to these stories. I can only say they make my life very interesting, and I could not possibly make them up.