So once there was Sleazy Cafe Man who skulked around the internet cafe in Oregon, creeping out me and many other unsuspecting women in Roseburg. And then, one day, he disappeared, ne'er to be seen again...
Now, a new breed of creepy man has surfaced...Drunken TV Antenna Man. For the last year or so, our TV antenna (yes, we still have rabbit ears; we can't/won't/refuse to invest in cable tv) has been picking up the voice of a rough-voiced, drunk-sounding man who rambles on and on (to who? we don't know) about various topics. Recently, the reception for DATVM has gotten so clear that we can hardly hear whatever TV program is on at the time. So, rather than continue my futile attempts at fiddling with the antenna to avoid his wavelengh, instead I've started listening to him.
A few nights ago, he was talking about a bunch of marijuana and I started to get nervous that he might be confessing to something I shouldn't hear. In fact, everytime I hear him talking, I know that I might be witnessing (well, hearing) something--like a crime--that I might have an ethical obligation to report. You don't know how much I really don't want that to happen. Already I'm worried that DTVAM is closer to my house than I'd like to imagine, and that somehow he'll find out that we've been hearing him. Crossed wires, overheard plotting of a crime, the innocent witness becoming the prey...sort of like that movie "Sorry, Wrong Number" if you've ever seen it. Creepiness at its finest.
But, then again, he might be a likeable type of drunk guy. After all, last night he was talking about how "it feels like a square-shaped syringe in my scrotum!". Adam winced when he heard that one...and I knew I had a bit of material for the blog.
Good night. :-)
2 comments:
Okay, so don't kill me, but shouldn't it be "to whom"? (I only mention this b/c of an earlier post. And feel free to point out grammatical errors on my blog; I know I make 'em.) Other thoughts: enjoyed the blog. Funny how we name certain people. Scott and I call our neighbor up the street "red shorts" b/c he's ALWAYS wearing red shorts and a white t-shirt. (Although, he does wear a blue sweatshirt if it's cold out.)
You are very right, my friend! Thanks for the correction...I am always eager and happy to be informed of my grammatical errors; I'm sure it would do my English-major mother proud!
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