The other day I was sitting at my kitchen table with one of my dearest friends. She was enjoying a slice of apple crisp that I had placed in front of her while I regaled her with my interactions with the local wildlife that particular week. Suddenly, she stopped, placed her fork on her plate, and said,
"Kat, these sorts of situations seem to follow you around!"
She then went on saying that either I was a magnet for oddity or perhaps I just had a unique perspective on life that made everything a bit of an adventure. Or maybe both.
Upon hearing this pronouncement I spent a bit of time in self-reflection mode, and by a bit of time I mean about a nanosecond. While an entire post series could be spent on the reasons why my perspective is skewed all Kat-like, I rather decided in that moment that I should compile my oddball moments into blog posts and share them with my Steem friends. All righta!
To kick of the sharing of the weird, I just have to go with WIFI Spy Guy. This tale of preposterousness was relayed to me by my manager yesterday after she returned from our town's Chamber of Commerce meeting. She, Miss Margaret, and I were in the back office working on various librarian things when my boss suddenly said,
"Oh! I have to tell you about something!"
Of course Miss Margaret and I were all ears, and as the tale unraveled I had a slight moment of wonderment, for I thought perhaps I had developed a hearing problem.
"So, every few meetings, our local police department comes and speaks to us about things that have happened in the past quarter," she began, "Well, you remember those Christmas lights we hung in the trees on Maine Street last year?"
"Yep," I chimed in,"The clear twinkle ones?"
"Uh huh, well, they are battery powered so we could leave them in the trees until next Christmas. Apparently a man thought they were WIFI spying devices that listened to the locals so he ripped them all out of the trees."
So many thoughts ran through my head in that moment. One, how did the police relay this story with straight faces? Two, how much substance abuse would one have to inflict upon their carcass to think that clear twinkle lights were WIFI intercept devices. Three, well, I just lost it, had a good guffaw, and quipped.
"Just wait until he hears about the animatronic squirrels roaming our town!"
At this point I am pretty sure Miss Margaret needed oxygen supplementation as we imagined the poor cops arresting the twinkle light vandal and their attempt at reporting on the vandalism to the Chamber people who had paid for the lights. Apparently silence reigned when the story was relayed until a giggle fit was experienced by all in attendance at the meeting.
All I know is that I am definitely looking at those icicle lights that hang on the front of my house year after year in a whole new light!
Twinkle, twinkle little light
Twinkle, twinkle little light
And as always, unless otherwise cited, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's wi-spy hot spot capable iPhone.
