My favorite thing about people, other than how tasty they can be with a side of fries, is that they are goofy.
And "goofy", by the way, can be used both as a term to question a person's thinking processes or, amongst people who "get" each other, as a term of endearment.
I believe that the Australians use the term "dags" in much the same way. (I may have that wrong, as I do not speak Australian...)
But to continue...
There are a lot of goofy people out there.
Goofy, as in “what the hell?”, as in “you know, you don’t see that every day”, as in “I can’t wait to tell someone about this”.
Look around you. I can’t guarantee anything, of course, but that guy on the TV?
The guy out shoveling?
Completely normal, I’m sure.
Honestly, though; The Goofy are everywhere. Normally I get my fill just by riding the bus, but every now and then I’m forced to do things other than commute – like buy food for the week.
Have you noticed that grocery stores are excellent people-watching? Do you ever look in other people’s carts?
The man in front of me the other day in the line to the register had at least three dozen frozen dinners, four boxes of cereal, two gallons of milk (one white and one chocolate) in his cart – and a big ol’ box of cat litter...
While everyone else’s carts had produce in them, plastic-wrapped animal flesh, or, say, cat food, this guy plans to eat strictly out of either the microwave or the cereal bowl food groups.
And then, it appears, he’ll be using the cat box.
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