Dear diary,
While trying to tidy up more unnecessary stuff, I had two usual events – the numerical values and humanz dropping stuff.
Yesterday, I noticed one skinny whitish female come from the opening of the cafe. From my right and in front of me and towards the left where the hot food and soups were being served.
Suddenly a smallish human female dropped her meat slabs and veggies in front of me. I quickly walked clockwise and mumbled under my breath: Sorry it’s my energy. Then I got my food and started to check out when the hapless smallish female was trying to scoop up her mess and after the skinny woman asked the wonky-eyed Asian guy to help clean up, which he did with a broom and container thingy.
And last night past ten o’clock, I was making my way towards the HEAVY double doors for STAFF ONLY and heard a plastic thingy drop onto the floor of the patient’s room immediately to my left. I mumbled the same thing: Sorry it’s my energy.
Oh, and the other day, some creepy Asian guy come from the STAFF ONLY door and was wear a tightened T-shirt with a word starting with the letter ‘D’ but forgot – doomsday, death, dying, something. Again, no co-incidence as such stuff were meant for my observation.
Yeah, once again, I report two separate incidences to the public servants. Took them one freaking hour. Intentionally held up my filing a non-emergency report to accumulate incidences. I know what a parishioer meant when I’m supposed to keep calling.
One incident was Sunday at ten in the morning. I was hosing my car when Respondent arrived from the railroad intersection. I quickly rolled up the front garden hose and got into my car. As I rolled down my driveway, she kept pace with my driver’s side until she pretended to check the mailbox on a SUNDAY. Mails aren’t delivered on Sundays. Idiot bitch.
Second incident – today. Usual stalking, pretending to garden – got her plastic bucket to water tall roses at adjacent or adjoining fence. Dad was enjoying himself as he’s the one that filed for an RO and he told me not to report. I reported anyway to build up my case file. What a journey.
So the next phase is just twiddling my thumbs, scratching my itchy head full of gray silver, white hairs, and wondering what other surprises I could possibly share in my personal weblog site. Oh, yeah, I’m done. I better sleep now. Nah.
Sheesh,
FLYNN B.
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