Saturday, September 23, 2006

Weird Strangers…

Well, I finally forced myself out of the house tonight. I drove down to Fat Albert’s to buy a gallon of milk for my cereal and to get a cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies. I had slept all afternoon so was wide awake. I just hope I get up in time to hear the Auburn game on the radio tomorrow afternoon. I hate to screw up my sleeping schedule like I am doing lately. I am turning into a night owl. There is just something so peaceful and tranquil about this time of night though. My anxieties fade away.

Things were quiet down at Fat’s. Carolyn was telling me a story about this creepy old guy who comes in every night to drink coffee and talk with the gals behind the counter.

“God, he freaks me out,” Carolyn said. “He will just stand there and watch me and Debra as he drinks his coffee. I am getting weird vibes from this dude.”

“Get the manager to put up a no loitering sign,” I replied.

“She wants people to loiter so they will spend more money,” Carolyn told me.

“I guess he is just a lonely old man,” I replied. “I used to have some people like that come in every night when I worked third shift at Spectrum back in my college days. The police loved to come in every night and read all my porno mags behind the counter as well. I was kind of glad they hung out all the time.”

“They wrap those magazines all in plastic now so people can no longer do that,” Carolyn said.

I chuckled.

“Okay, if I come over when I get off?” Carolyn asked me as I was about to leave.

“Sure,” I replied. “I will fix us some breakfast. How does cheese eggs, sausage, buttered biscuits, and sliced cantaloupe sound?”

“Sounds lovely,” She said. “I can’t wait to get off and get the hell out of here. It is going to be a long night since we are so slow.”

I paid for my milk and headed on home wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the night. It doesn’t look like I will get sleepy anytime soon. I think I will fire up a game of Divine Divinity and go explore the dungeons under Stormfist Castle.

2 comments:

abbagirl74 said...

Funny boy. Why do all guys love video games so much? Is it because you are such visual creatures? Probably. I hope you get to watch or listen to the Auburn game. I wonder if they will stay #2? They certainly won't be #1 since my Bucks are already residing in that spot and won't be moving anytime soon. Have a fantastic day!

2 The World U R 1 Person, 2 1 Person U R The World said...

Oh I feel your pain when it comes to sleeping schedules. I've always suffered with sleeping problems. All my siblings do, as well as our Mom. I remember vividly not being able to sleep as a child. Sneaking to watch tv to pass the time since I had to be quiet since everyone else was asleep. But on the nights where Mom was sleepless as well, I had to be quiet in my room.
My problem is I need many more hours then a normal person in order to function. I usually sleep for 12 hours or more. I've even slept for as much as 20! Those days are gone now that I have a child. I was worried that because I'm a sound sleeper I'd sleep through her cries. It's the opposite! I hear every little thing and the precoius sleep I do get isn't deep enough because I'm aware of her.
We've gone through many cycles since she was born because she is my alarm clock. I don't wake up until she wakes me up. It's hard to fix a toddler's sleeping schedule when you have your own issues. I've come to the conclusion that I can't take naps with her, no matter how tired I am. It just screws me up for that night. I can only sleep when she does, so I have to get used to not napping in hopes that I'll sleep better at night.

I can also sympathize with Carolyn with the creepy guys. I've worked many a place where they'd come in and hang around a too long for my taste. Maybe you could work out a system with her that she could call with like a code word. Like saying did you want her to bring anything home for you. Then you could go down and stay until the creeps leave. As a woman, I can tell you it's a scary thing to have a man make you feel uncomfortable. You feel so helpless.

Liz