Mindful, random, and sometimes irreverent musings on yoga, food, and life from a corporate ex-pat turned yoga teacher
Friday, October 7, 2011
Another Brush with Crazy at the Door
IF I was worried that I could only have brushes with crazy when I'm out and about...say, at the dog park or coffee shop...well then, that fear was allayed tonight.
Doorbell rings. Me: Hello? Random Guy: Is Bill there? Me: No. There's no Bill here. Random Guy: Bill??!! Is that you?? Me: No. There is no Bill here. There's a Bill next door though. Black door on the left. Random Guy: Where? Me: NEXT DOOR! The black door to the left. Guy: The black door to the left?? Where would I find that? Me: [silence] [pounds head on wall] [why me?]