It has been previously noted in this forum that people tend to tell me shit. Strangers, people I work with, random discussions with people while we're standing in line at, well, standing in line anywhere really. I am told about their love life, the troubles they have with: stepchildren/children/wives/husbands/ex-wives/ex-husbands/jobs/sexual dysfunction/unplanned pregnancy - you name it and someone has told me about it. People also ask me for directions, often pushing aside several people to get to me and ask "how do I get to x?"
Mr M used to think I was exageratting until he witnessed this phenomena himself, when a young asian tourist shoved the Mr to the side to ask me how to get to Queen Elizabeth. Of course, the Mr just about pissed himself laughing when he listened to me tell the young man how to get to the QVB and the statue of Queen Victoria.
The other morning I get on the train, sit in my usual spot and a woman (we'll call her CW) comes dashing through the doors just as they were closing. She was clutching a pain of tights which she waved in my face and said" I found these, aren't I lucky cuz I can't go home dressed like this". She was dressed in (torn) fishnets, a pleather mini skirt & an off the shoulder top (think flashdance ) - all black. The scabs on her face (where she either got whacked in the nose or took a header onto the sidewalk) were also a bit hard to ignore.
CW proceeded to tell me about why she was dressed like that, the bitch that stole her bag with her clothes in it, her job, her dead brother, her formerly addicted mother, her son, her kids that her sister-in-law stole from her, her sister-in-law and her weird foreign ways, what was wrong with DOCs in this country, what was wrong with immigration laws in this country, her opinion on what immigrants to this country should wear (they should dress like us apparently), the dead baby her sister-in-law buried in her back yard (this is when I started questioning my judgement about making eye contact and nodding politely when someone speaks to me), more about her job, her other brother, going through rehab, how much money rehab costs and her mother's former lover.
All this in the space of 30 minutes.
it is, apparently, a VONGOONIE thing and not just you, dear s-i-l...this has happened to me, to your baby brother, to both of my sons...and the hits just keep on comin'. I have ceased to be amazed or shocked by this behavior--I have often thought (& we've discussed) the possibility that we have some 'freak magnet' or such that attracts them to us.
On another note...am guessing that CW might stand for 'crack woman'??
Posted by: Favourite Sister in Law | Thursday, 08 December 2011 at 12:08 PM