Yep, the Ol' Weirdo Magnet is Pullin' Again

After typing up yesterday's tale of the strange little girl stalking me in Country Mart, I headed for town to buy some curly fries at Save A Lot to go with Hick's supper. It was smooth sailing at Save A Lot. No weirdos in sight. I wasn't even thinking about weirdos, since it's been quite a while until Thursday's encounter.

I also stopped at 10Box to use their lottery machine for scratchers. I backed out of my rightful handicap parking space to leave, and had to wait on a big gray pickup truck that was backing out farther down the main driving lane across the front of the store. Not a big deal, it's hard to get out there, with constant vehicular and foot traffic. 

The gray truck made a sharp right at the end of the lane, to go towards the road. I was startled to see a man walking, once the truck cleared out of the way. I was going slow anyway, and stopped to let him cross over to the store. 

He was an interesting figure. Wearing all black. Looked like leather pants. Vest. Black shirt. And a black leather hat with a floppy brim all the way around. Like hippie chicks used to wear back in the day, only theirs were not leather. His face looked like a more (?) unkempt sparse-facial-haired Johnny Depp.

Johnny did not cross the road. In fact, he was WALKING IN PLACE! Kind of like Michael Jackson moonwalking, except he was not going anywhere, and not gliding. It was not like a marching band member marking time. No high knees or anything. Just a stationary walk. I motioned for him to cross, yet he did not. Just kept on "walking."

WHAT IN THE NOT-HEAVEN???

Johnny was not pushing a cart. There was no vehicle in his area. I assume he had walked down from the main road. No backpack or anything to signify that he might be picking up some groceries to walk back home. He didn't look dirty. His clothes were not sullied, nor wrinkled. I guess leather doesn't do that. You don't see many wrinkly cows. 

I can't imagine Johnny was just out for exercise. Not a jogger, jogging in place while waiting on traffic. Black leather is not exactly suited for such exertion on a 74-degree day. He would have looked a bit out-of-place in Backroads, due to his togs alone. That doesn't make him weirdo material. But the weird place-walking, and refusal to cross the road, DO!

At least he wasn't swinging a bag of potato chips, smashing them to smithereens. Unless that's what he was going into the store to buy...