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Sunday, December 11th 2005

2:19 PM

From Church to Murder

  • Mood: Happy
  • Music: 60-90's Mix

I always feel out of place when I go to the grocery store after noon on Sunday because everyone is wearing their church clothes. Men are in suits, women in fancy dresses, and even the little boys are wearing a tie. Me? I'm in jogging pants and a long-sleeve T-shirt. Boy, did I feel like the local bum who sleeps under the bridge.

Something strange was going on today. Everyone was exceptionally nice to me, and I'm talking about strangers. Just about everyone smiled at me, the checkout guy gave me a Reisen (a piece of candy that'll tear your teeth out of their sockets, I found out later), another guy told me to have a wonderful day, and one guy even patted my back and said, "How ya doing, Hon?" But I knew him from high school so he wasn't really a stranger. I've been missing my boyfriend to the point of tears again (the Air Force still won't let him come see me), so all that niceness made me feel better.

There are just some people in this world who you know likes you without a doubt, and it's not even someone you spend any time with. Every now and then I'll run into George P., and he always speaks to me and genuinely wants to know how I'm doing. He's also a policeman, so I'm pretty sure if I was ever in any danger, he'd leap to my defense, no questions asked. I'd once heard a nasty rumor about him that I just couldn't believe (the rumor was false, thank goodness!) No way could this guy have done what they said he did, but then again I would have never believed quiet, shy Eugene M. would chop someone to death with a hatchet in our little town. That one was true, but the one about George was not. I see Eugene's wife in town sometimes, and I can't even imagine what it's like to be the spouse of a murderer. I always smile and say hello to her, because I'm sure she feels lonely and probably doesn't have a lot friends after what happened.

Gee, how did I get from talking about church to talking about murder?

Okay, I've got a book to finish reading and a review to write, so I'd better get to it. Have a fantastic Sunday evening! 

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