people are strange...

I'm feeling a bit doors-ey tonight.... :)

The hubs and I have a slight disagreement and I figured I would let you all decide... Once a week I take one of the minis to a class and I have to wait for the said mini for an hour. When I arrive to the class, the lobby always has only one seat left, so obviously I take the last seat...

Well, for months, the only seat left is next to a guy. I'm sure he is a perfectly nice guy, but as soon as I see my lone seat, internally I scream and agonize over the next 60 minutes I will have to sit by him...

I think the man may have issues. He probably has a bad leg or something and I get that I am being mean here, and I'm sorry for that. I really am BUT I am going a wee bit crazy at the same time...

For the entire hour my kid is in class, the man rubs his leg up and down up and down. He scratches his leg for minutes at a time. He punches his leg repeatedly, and every so often he violently twitches and makes this weird noise! It makes me jump! Every. Single. Time. For real! He will shake or rock for minutes at a time. His movements are so harsh, that my chair literally moves each time he does.

I try to read my book, but I cannot focus because the guy weirds me out! I swear some rare form of untreatable body lice is gonna jump on me or something... I try and read but all I can do is obsess about what the guy is going to do next! Does he have torrettes? Has he suffered from a major leg injury? Is it just a nervous tick? Or does dude just need a lil medication? Maybe a cream?

For 60 minutes I wonder. For 60 minutes, I make up tragic war hero stories in my head. For 60 minutes I think about how he is going to catch me staring and I think of all the ways he will dispose of my body. For 60 minutes, I think of some awesome newspaper headlines and how I just might get my five seconds of fame after all. For 60 minutes I weave some exceptional, very imaginative, and writer worthy stories.

After the said 60 minutes I refrain from shouting “Dude! Can you not sit still? They make a pill for that you know! Seriously, I think I’m developing whiplash over here!” One day, I fear I may voice my thoughts which would be oh so BAD!!

So each week, the only seat available is next to him. I know it's because everyone notices it and so doesn't want to sit by him... I know they are all thinking "hahaha the late chick always gets stuck there". So each week, there I sit.

Tonight, my husband and I actually had a conversation that did not involve the logistics of our family, so I seized the opportunity (aka finally remembered a few weeks later) and I told him about this "situation" I run into each week at one of the kids classes. I claim weirdo, yet Jason says I'M the weirdo because I sit next to him... What!?!? No way... What should I do stand and make it totally obvious that I don't want to sit next to the poor guy? I do feel bad or him. I don't think he realizes he is so loud or that he is rocking my world and so not in a good way...I think the hubs is TOTALLY wrong on this one... I mean come on, I am so not weird (insert some MAJOR sarcasm and a HUGE pile of Bull you know what for good measure!) hahahaha!