OMG! I said it. I totally blame Bronwyn Green. Her weird shit magnet is in overdrive and it's rubbing off on me. After the bizarro conversation with the FaceBook dude, I thought my quotient had been met.
I have since had another THREE moments of WTFery since I began posting. More than likely, you will see comic on all of them, because FWUH?!?!?!
And Bron was so sympathetic too. I think I've figured it out.
I think Bronwyn + Piercings = WTF?!
This shit didn't happen before the piercing of my flesh ala Bronwyn a few weeks ago. I'm just sayin'.
Last night I was at a business thing until late. I was super hungry and remembered a place that would still be open. It was and it was hopping. I had one choice of table, a booth. Beside me, sitting diagonally in front of me to the left, is this chill Rastafarian dude. He's lounging, he's bobbing his head with every word he says.
My first clue that something was up should have been the fact that he was sitting with Fenton and Shiela CountryClub. For real. They were the poster perfect examples of Golf, sailing, and mojitos on the lawn. Instead, I sat down, my ass barely touching Naugahyde when the WTFery began.
I blame Bronwyn.
So I get home and call Bronwyn today to tell her what had happened. It went a little something like this....
I'm not amused.