So, I'm at the bank at the outside ATM, just starting to do my thing when this guy comes running up the sidewalk, flailing his arms and yelling like an freak. At the same time, I see another dude on the other side, in my peripheral.
I'm standing there, waiting for some kind of impact as this crazy reaches the bank of ATMs and slows down, stomps his feet and then trots by to the center machine. As I'm tracking him, I see the other guy was some old man. Him and I share a look about the weirdo now in between us.
So, I go back to my thing at the ATM. All the time the weirdo is sweating, angry, and pounding his way through using the machine.
Finally I stop, turn to him and ask, 'You okay?'.
Well, this guy just turns and glares at me for the longest time, and f*%#, I stare right back. Finally we look away at the same time and finish up. This jerk stomps off, flaying his arms and making weird noises.
The old man looks at me and, shaking his head, says, "That kids on somethin'. I'm tellin' ya."
So I reply, "Yeah. Not somethin' I'd want to be on."
We share a laugh and go our separate ways. Can't even go to the ATM anymore
without some crazy bothering you.
And that's my latest Hubby story. See ya all in a couple days when we get back.