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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

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?

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Diann Hunt  
posted at 9:39 PM  
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At 8:19 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

NONE of have things this weird happen to us, Di. You're a weirdness magnet! LOL

Red and black are your colors. :-)

At 10:17 AM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

I agree with Colleen, and share that with you, Di. I wonder if it's because we're so nice. :o} What I mean is I would let myself be inconvenienced rather than embarrass of insult someone by telling them to get lost.

I think we need assertiveness training. :o]

At 11:07 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Yeah, I'm sure you're right, Ane--I do need assertiveness training. I have trouble distinguishing between being assertive and being rude. So I keep silent. Sigh.

Anyway, you all won't hurt me if I show up at ACFW in black and red, right? :-)

At 12:43 PM, Blogger Beverly said...


I'm more spooked by the beach comment than your red and black wardrobe. :-) Surely God painted something red and black (birds, flowers, SOMETHING), so I think you're good.

The other day, I asked a store clerk if I could return a pair of flip flops I was buying for my daughter, even if we cut the string that held them together. His response: Yes, but you will need to bring both of them back.

At 3:31 PM, Blogger Leslie said...

Heh. I know a lady who was told that it was UN-CHRISTIAN to wear white after Labor Day. I think there are crazies everywhere. You just happened to find them? :)

At 11:23 PM, Blogger Rachel Overton said...

yeah, the beach comment was more than a little weird. I'd probably be freaking out and watching over my shoulder for a week or two.

But that's me.

At 12:03 AM, Blogger Carmen7351 said...

That almost compared with the upside heads!

At 6:26 AM, Blogger Cathy Shouse said...

Once I had a weird comment on my clothes.

It was from a strange guy who was a body builder and wrote poetry about that. I first met him at this out-of-town library writing group and he definitely was not quite right. I think he was a loner because people could tell he had issues.

He ended up renting in our little town for awhile and frequented our library where he used the computers.

I had a deep blue shorts and top outfit I thought was kind of cute. I wore it all the time that summer, or two or three summers. (I'm not known for creativity with my wardrobe LOL)

One day I sat beside him at the computers (which I tried to avoid doing). We really never talked.

He turned to me, slowly looked me up and down and said "You look like a blueberry."

I could never bring myself to wear that outfit again!
Whether right or wrong on his assessment, he had ruined it for me!

At 8:27 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

LOL, Beverly! Did he honestly think you'd only return one flip flop? What's the flip without the flop, right?

Okay, Leslie, I'm thinking the woman who said that about wearing white after Labor Day might be this window washer's wife. :-)

Cathy, a blueberry? That made me laugh out loud! I say wear your outfit with pride! I can think of worse things than looking like a blueberry! (I love the no creativity with your wardrobe thing. I'm the same way!)

At 10:07 AM, Blogger Beverly said...

"What's the flip, without the flop?"

Love that, Diann!

At 4:16 PM, Blogger Katy McKenna said...

All I know is, next time you go to the beach, you might want to wear a BROWN suit. :)

And yes, you do attract weirdness. But maybe that's because opposites attract? Besides, all that weirdness is fantastic fodder.

At 6:26 PM, Blogger Beth said...

You probably look like a very nice and sympathetic person (regardless of your red and black wardrobe), and that's why this off-beat person approaches you. He'd either not dare with a less approachable person, or he approaches everybody and you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm with the other gals. The beach comment is quite odd.

At 9:14 PM, Blogger Leticia said...

Very strange encounters. I have had my share, though. People can just be strange.

At 3:37 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Thanks for your input, friends! I think the consensus is I get to keep my wardrobe and chalk that guy off to, um, eccentric. ;-)

At 9:40 PM, Blogger Andrea said...

God painted ladybugs red and black, so I think you're OK :-)

At 7:40 PM, Blogger Heather said...

Haha… this is hilarious! I’ve never commented on here… but after reading this I just couldn’t resist any longer. We must have the same magnetism for weirdness!

I used to work in a men’s homeless shelter in downtown Chicago. One day I ran down to the street to grab a pair of jeans out of my car (we were tearing down some equipment and I was wearing a skirt). As I was closing my trunk a homeless women stopped me and demanded that I give her my jeans. Needless to say I was a little startled. However, I did apologize to her telling her that I really needed my jeans but that the women’s homeless shelter down the street would give her free clothes if she needed them. I think that just made her mad because she started jumping up and down and SCREAMING at the top of her lungs, “I’m homeless and I need your jeans!!! You HAVE to give them to me!”

I’m a little ashamed to say this… but I never did give them to her. I just kept looking back and forth between her and my special order extra long jeans. You see, I’m just over 6’ tall and she couldn’t have been more than 5’2”.

At 8:16 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, Heather, that is too funny! Wonder why she fixated on those jeans--especially when they never would have fit her?

We must just have the "look" that says "sic 'em" to people. :-)

Andrea, I love the lady bug thing! If that guy approaches me again, that's what I'll tell him. :-)


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Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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