Overheard Recently

I was sitting there minding my own business when two folks started talking past me.

Person 1: “Guess who visited my window last night?”

Person 2: “Who?”

I realize I wasn’t invited to the conversation but they were talking right over my head.  I’m nothing if not socially awkward and willing to grasp an opportunity.  So I made my guess:

Adaptive Curmudgeon:  “Nosferatu?”

Person 1: “Who?”

Adaptive Curmudgeon: “Dracula?”

Person 1: (Regarding me as the sort of thing you’d find under a log) “It was a raccoon.”

So there you have it.  I was heartbroken.  I was hoping for a chance to go vampire hunting.  Raccoons just don’t get the blood pumping in the same manner.

Oh well.  If I find the undead among us I’ll be sure to inform my readers.  I’m still looking.  Stay tuned.

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