RE-BOOT: Back to the World

I'm back!

My ATL traveling nightmare placed me on the tipping point. Then when my license plates got stolen off the Benz, the very next day...Let's just say I was about two minutes from being 5150'd!

I decided to hibernate-to the fullest. I took time off from work, left my laptop at home, rented a car and drove to Lake Tahoe. I stayed at a friend's timeshare. I had no television. Just a radio, my cell phone, four books and Oscar. I lived on top ramen, tea and tuna sandwiches...and Oscar. I got back this morning.

I needed to clear my head and get all the negative energy out of my system. reconnect with myself. Remind myself why I'm doing what I'm doing and where I'm hoping it will take me. Reorganize my life. Detox.

Of course something happened during my stay in the snow. Ya'll, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried....

I went to the local store to restock on tuna and top ramen...I'm lying-I was buying batteries for Oscar. I had to pee so I asked the woman if I could use the bathroom. It was a small store and the bathroom was located behind the counter. When I was done, the woman asked me:

"Do you have any kids?" I replied, no and contiunued looking for my items.
"I knew you were going to say that. I can tell by the way you urinate."
WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!!!
"Excuse me?!"
"Well, you see when you urinate it sounded like you have a tight urethra. It sounded like a trickle. If you were a mother, it would sound like a faucet turned on full blast...."

I couldn't believe this crazy ass mountain lady was trying to have this type of ignorant conversation with me. I gave her a courtesy smile and quickly gathered my items for her to price them, so I could leave. She then turned her back and got on her cell phone. She started looking at me as if she was in a trance, like she wanted to ask me something, and was using all her might to refrain from asking.
"So where are you staying?"
"I'm leaving today, I don't remember the name of the resort." I lied.
I grabbed my bag and darted out the store. When I was getting into my car, a large white man stopped me.
"Hello, my name is Theodore. I own this store." So- the-fuck-what, I'm thinking and I nod, close my car door and start the car.

He's still standing by my car door, looking at me as if he wants to continue talking to me, but I ignored him and drove off. What the hell was that all about?! I felt like I was in some Steven King book about to be eaten by some crazy white people.


Anyway, I've found myself again, am ready to face the world and venture back into blogsphere...