For some reason I have worry warts today. I seem to be fretting about everything… And to make matters worse, tonight when Ger and I were walking the dog we walked by an old man who mumbled something to us.
I thought he was saying something about the dog (because people often make comments about how cute he is) so I said “pardon me?”
He yelled “I HOPE YOU DIE OF CANCER!”
Um…
Wow. What a way to end a night.
you know – the more I thought about that after you told me – the more bizarre I thought it was!! ugh
Ohmygosh. Can you say, psycho? What a weirdo and a jerk.
Oh geez.
yikes! that’s offputting to say the least… here’s something to cheer you up: A PUPPY!!!
its amazing how many hurt individuals there are out there.
Maybe he was Dutch. In Amsterdam people always call you either by diverse diseases like cancer or by genitals…I mean when they are mad at you for not riding your bike the way they wanted you to. For example you are riding too slow. Chris F told me that when he was living in Amsterdam he started to make up his own swear words by combining the two: cancerpenis for example…some Dutch friend supposedly told him he couldn’t do that but i thought it was hillarious…But let me tell you i never got used to this Dutch way of screaming at each other…