Monthly Archives: July 2017

Binging the Bad Guys


OK, I’ll admit it. I’ve been binge watching some of those series on Netflix for the last couple of years. Things I NEVER thought I would be interested in watching, and some that I REALLY had a hard time with at the beginning. I’m basically a pretty naïve, “good” person, who has done only the typical “bad” things most people try in their otherwise mundane lives. But these shows come at you with some REALLY inappropriate stuff. Downright disturbing characters and events. Horrible situations in disgusting places with evil characters making bad decision after bad decision. Even horrible things involving CHILDREN sometimes. Being a teacher makes this part extra hard to handle.

But here’s the thing. Even this white bread gal finds herself DRAWN to these incorrigible characters in their hopeless situations. I am hooked on them AND their bad decisions. I find myself not only NEEDING to see the next episode to make sure this or that character got through that drug deal, murder and making the body disappear part and is OK. I’m rooting for the bad guys to WIN! And when I’m out of the current season’s episodes, I MISS these awful people! They have become REAL to me! I WORRY about them! And I know from talking to my friends that I am not alone. Everyone is rooting for the bad guys and waiting for the next season.

How is this possible? What draws us to these characters and their shenanigans? Is it the thrill of living vicariously? Do we all have some sort of bad guy buried deep within us that just never developed? Or are we just that curious that we need to know how the other half lives? I really hope there IS no other half that is quite this awful. I think the fact that I just used the word shenanigans to describe the actions of these folks is proof that I am way to naïve to be watching these shows. But you will have to pry the remote from my cold, dead hands to stop me.


Mall Hit Man


So I was recently at the mall (which I hardly ever go to), waiting for a friend. Since I don’t get around too easily, I looked for a place to wait. I found a great place to sit with comfy chairs that I could easily get up out of, and settled in for my short wait. There was an older man sitting a distance away in another chair, and a teenager over on the sofa in the seating area. The sun was shining in through the skylight above, and it seemed the perfect spot to be.

Beware when things seem perfect. As SOON as I sat down, the older gentleman says to me, “Pretty comfortable chairs, eh?” So I returned with, “Yes, they are.” Immediately, he got up, and came over to the chair right next to mine. And here is where we enter some sort of creepy alternate reality in which an old gal of 59 is getting HIT ON at the mall by a 79 year old man!

He tells me his age, and asks if I can believe he’s that old. He tells me he looks good for 79, right? He tells me how strong he is. He starts looking at a GNC flyer, and tells me about this product that makes you stronger. He then goes into the GNC nearby and buys the product, and comes back out. He asks me if I’ve ever used it. He told me about his former work, which made him so strong.

He starts asking questions. Now I get out my phone to start playing a game or something to send the message that I’m just waiting, really. Hint, hint. Where am I from? How old am I? He tells me I look 39! What am I doing at the mall? I tell him I’m just waiting for my friend for a short bit, and was really just looking for a place to relax while waiting. Hint, hint. He asks if I’m texting. I tell him I don’t text that much, and I’m just playing a mindless game while I wait. Hint, hint. His conversation was all over the place, and he just kept GOING like the Energizer Bunny on GNC strong man pills!

He tells me his wife is looking for black shorts. I wondered if his wife knew how swiftly he moved in for the kill while she was looking for black shorts. I wondered what she’d think if she came to pick him up while he was still pressing me for information. I wondered if he even HAD a wife. I wondered if he had somehow gotten away from the group from the assisted living apartments or something.

Thankfully, my friend showed up after about 15 minutes, and the guy starts talking to HIM! My friend, not aware of what had been going on, started chatting with him. I got up from my chair and finally had the opportunity to give my friend the eye, sending the message that we should GO. NOW. Telling my friend what happened as we went to the car made it even more bizarre. I don’t even REMEMBER the last time I was hit on, and believe me, I am in NO shape to be considered desirable, even by a 79 year old man who is super strong!