Letters: Day Twenty One


Dear Crazy Guy Crossing the Street in the Dark,

Look, we both had plenty of time. I passed you when you were barely in the other lane.

What were you doing crossing the street in the dark without a crosswalk into traffic? You didn't even start jogging until I approached.

I really don't understand why you yelled at me and then raised your arms as though I had done something wrong. And why did you continue to yell and gesture madly as I was well down the street?

You're freaking me out.

A few years ago, I went to the bar with a couple of my friends. Tonya decided she really needed a McDonald's cheeseburger right now! So since I was the sober one, I drove her car down the way to the nearest McDonald's.

I saw a guy standing in the road down the way. He wasn't moving. He was just standing there. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I slowed, but kept going and stayed in the other lane.

Just as I neared, he leapt forward and slammed his hands on the car and screamed at me.

I really don't know what that was about. He wasn't hurt. He was just screaming at me.

The more I think about it, the more I think you're the same guy. Are you stalking me? Are you trying to get me to kill you? That's not cool, dude.

Please stop. You're freaking me out.

Aunt Bee

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