"Are you a furry little animal?!"
First, I'm not a furry little animal, nor am I even an above average hairy person.
Secondly, this comment was from a homeless lady in a bookstore who thought the True Crime aisle was her Fortress of Solitude.
Then she farted on-cue, grabbed her female junk and then tried to wave her hands in my face, and was flailing her arms making a "Voosh!" sound repeatedly, all in an attempt to get me to leave.
Now we're dating.
Just kidding.
I walked away, but it was disturbingly funny.
Nobody talks like that, it’s something that didn’t happen, unless your story is only the first line and the last line.
Oh, it didn't happen because in your worthless opinion "nobody talks like that," huh?
You know, if I didn't think some anonymous zilch online believed a homeless psycho harassed me, I don't think I could bare it.
Niiiice job cracking the case, looter.
Nice, you’re angry at someone on the the internet. You’re diatribe added a lot of details that wasn’t in my comment. I think I hit a nerve. You exploded. Hilarious.
Eh, I could totally see that happening. I've had enough conversations with the extendedly-homeless to have lost my expectation that they'll seem normal by any stretch. Even the ones who I'm not sure were mentally I'll seem like they build a crazy persona as some kind of defense mechanism or something.
One very friendly hitchhiker I picked up shouted "I'm a Beatle" while waving as I pulled away. A very old lady I gave some food thanked me by saying "Bless you! L-O-L; B-R-B; you and your family!"
The truly homeless, who have been so for a long time, usually did not get that way as normal people; and even if they were they don't stay that way. It's a very hard life.
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