Weird things happen to me.
I was at a coffee shop writing one day and the window washer guy comes over to me and asks me if I'm a writer. I tell him yes. He then wants to know what I write. I tell him Christian women's fiction/romance. Okay, here's where the weird part comes in.
He commences to tell me the significance of colors and how wearing the colors red and black are evil. I'm wondering what all this has to do with me, but I smile and listen, throwing in a "hmm," "uh-huh," in all the appropriate places.
Then it happens. I drop my pen and when I reach down to pick it up, I get a view of what I'm wearing. You guessed it. Black pants and a red top. I thank the man for sharing his opinions with me and tell him, however, that I do not share his view (obviously--my wardrobe consists of mainly red and black). He walks away telling me to beware and that's that.
This all happened a year or so ago.
Then last week I walk into a restaurant and a familiar-looking man approaches me and says, "I see you you're not lying on the beach." I'm like, "Huh?" I have no idea what that means, but figure he has me confused with someone else. I go sit with my daughter and tell her about it and she goes, "Oh, you mean the window washer man?"
I don't know what I was wearing. Probably red and black.
Is there something I'm missing? Please tell me I can keep my wardrobe. And tell me too, do you ever have weird things like this happen to you?
Labels: Red and Black, Wardrobe, Weird