The nearby Safeway grocery reigns as my epicenter of oddity. Tonight, while waiting to buy bananas, I watched the guy in front of me pay for two big bags of potatoes. He didn’t answer the cashier’s pleasantries. When three pennies slid from the change machine, he flicked them onto the end of the counter, as if so much trash, and left. Outside, he was standing at the trunk of a sports car parked in front of mine and wrapping a rag around his hand. He briskly wiped down the rear bumper, the driver’s door handle, and things inside I couldn’t see. Was he keeping his ride immaculate or wiping away fingerprints? Not keen on him seeing me stare, I left before his work was done.
I had read this before, and enjoyed it in the then and now. Definitely an eccentric fellow… Love the part about cleaning the car with the rag, sounds obsessive – compulsive, misophobiac (thought that was spelled correctly?), most probably just downright an odd fellow. I guess that I'm easily entertained. Thanks!