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It's always the bat-s**t, rabid dog, crazy ones that will put up a really good front when you first meet them. You're always amazed at how normal they appear. They are intelligent, hold down jobs, drive Volvo's; maybe they even have children that they seem to take care of. They pay bills, celebrate holidays and have houseplants. They might even have a dog or a cat, or a sickly looking bird in a cage. But, just underneath the false facade of lucid smiles, lurks a whack-job from hell. They make Sybil and Lizzie Borden look like Mother Theresa.
If you find yourself with one of these women, don't confront them, it only makes matters worse and could prove deadly. Just smile and nod, and slowly back out the door. Don't stop until you see the Pacific Ocean. Get in and wash yourself off. You're safer with the sharks and the riptide.
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So very very true. But then again, I'm sure they would have a gripe or two about me too! Like anyone would believe them.
Even a snickers doesn't look nutty until you bite into it, which might have been a bad example, but she did look quite delicious and tasty, but it turned out to be the scent from her car air freshener! ☺
Remember to keep running to the ocean! ☺
Actually had met one of the above. She use to sleep in her car in my driveway, ring my phone all hours, stalking , thump on my windows early hours of the morning. She was bad news, even ringing my phone then hanging up.Nightmare
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Yes, very relatable. Thanks for the read and comment.
i've experienced these types. probably a lot more of them than we could ever imagine. this is why they say that good fences make good neighbors. whack-jobs, nut-jobs seemingly sane but insane in the membrane. thanks for the heads-up ... :)
So very very true. But then again, I'm sure they would have a gripe or two about me too! Like anyone would believe them.
Even a snickers doesn't look nutty until you bite into it, which might have been a bad example, but she did look quite delicious and tasty, but it turned out to be the scent from her car air freshener! ☺
Remember to keep running to the ocean! ☺
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..