5 bucks she's a CNA.
You know, sir, as a kindness and courtesy to the paranoid primitives, I've been staying away from Skins's island for a little while, until the primitives forget franksolich ever existed, and go back to acting naturally.
But I find the paranoia of the primitives is "catching;" it's surely afflicting me, who lives in a deep red place.
I'm suddenly encountering all sorts of unattractive strangers around here, and since I'm feeling that "primitive paranoia," I'm getting nervous.
Remember, to the primitives, merely reading a primitive's comments, and commenting upon that primitive's comments, to the primitives it means one is actually "stalking" that particular primitive, out here in real life.
Last night, about 10:00 p.m., I noticed oops, I had run out of cigarettes. Every place in town closes by 10 p.m. (excepting the bar, which doesn't sell cigarettes), which meant I had to drive 40 miles to the big city.
Because of the distance involved, I usually don't run out of cigarettes, but last night I did.
While on the highway, I was tail-gated, followed too closely, by another vehicle. I was getting irritated when that vehicle suddenly passed me, but then after passing me, insisted on going 55 mph on a 65 mph road.
As I was now behind that vehicle, I noticed it had Texas license-plates.....and not only that, but all sorts of bumper-stickers, ABORTION NOW, CHOOSE ABORTION, ABORTION FOREVER, ABORTION IS FREEDOM, &c., &c.. &c.
I was in an impatient hurry to get some cigarettes, and so I passed the vehicle that had just passed me. As it was dark, I couldn't see the driver.
I got to a convenience store on the edge of the big city, and went inside.
While I was chitchatting with the clerk, the Texas vehicle pulled up. I wasn't too worried, because my own automobile was parked on the other, dark, side of the building, and so the person wouldn't know me.
In came a small woman, age circa late 40s.
She asked the clerk something, and the clerk answered her.
When she walked away, the clerk explained to me she had asked directions to the restrooms.
He also said she had "a little girl's voice."
Aha. That cinched it.
Ms. Ed, the unappellated eohippus, the High Priestess of Moloch to the primitives, reads franksolich, and so I think she's stalking me, in real life.
.....or at least I think that when I'm in a primitive mood.
