Some people are just downright scary. Had to take public transit to my cleaning gig. Seated in the front of the bus (with two empty seats beside her) sat a very large woman, sky blue top, short brown curly hair worked into a frenzy in every direction. Her hands were clasped together over her bosom, pale blue eyes looking heaven ward, closing then looking heavenward then closing, rocking back and forth and mumbling out loud. Ah, this was why the seats beside her empty. I figured she was either praying fervently or she was fixing to cast a spell on someone. I paid my fair, and headed for the BACK of the bus. Barely seated, I had that creepy feeling of someone’s eyes on me. Sure enough, the mumbling lady had locked her eyes on me, her focus intense and chilling as she rocked and mumbled. Yikes! The guy kitty corner to me was instinctively leaning back and looking back and forth between us, his eyebrows raised and questioning WTH? I tried to ignore her. Every now and then she closed her eyes, still mumbling, still rocking but always when they opened they were on me. Finally my stop! I got off the bus and hurried the last half block to my destination. I texted my Sweetheart and daughter, telling them I’d either just been thoroughly prayed over or been cursed. LOL’s came pinging back to me.
A half hour after I got into my routine, I got hit with recurring bouts of bowel malfunction that lasted for hours. I got a cat hair in my eye. The eye puffed, itched and watered. I started sneezing, and sneezing and sneezing. Drippy nose and sneezes all afternoon. I broke the Floor Swifter I was working with. Missed my return bus by seconds only. When I finally got home my dog had a lump the size of pea on her lip and there was a huge zit in the middle of my forehead! I had to wash my bedding. Started two loads, the roll of quarters I’d just gotten had three NICKELS in it. When I came back to put the blankets in the dryer, someone had opened the door to the washer stopping it in mid cycle, washer didn’t drain, the paid time ran out so I had to start it over. In the meantime put another load in a different washer, swished the quarters in – nothing happened, except the machine ate $3 worth of my quarters and I wasted a loads worth of soap, fabric softener and bleach. I finally texted my Sweetheart and daughter – “It was a CURSE! That ol’ biddy slapped a hex on me! Wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up in the morning with boils!” My boyfriend called me chuckling. Nice that he found a measure of amusement in this. So I asked him how long hexes last. He said he didn’t believe in such things, “guess it’ll last as long as you believe it will.” Hmmmm, well.
A half hour after I got into my routine, I got hit with recurring bouts of bowel malfunction that lasted for hours. I got a cat hair in my eye. The eye puffed, itched and watered. I started sneezing, and sneezing and sneezing. Drippy nose and sneezes all afternoon. I broke the Floor Swifter I was working with. Missed my return bus by seconds only. When I finally got home my dog had a lump the size of pea on her lip and there was a huge zit in the middle of my forehead! I had to wash my bedding. Started two loads, the roll of quarters I’d just gotten had three NICKELS in it. When I came back to put the blankets in the dryer, someone had opened the door to the washer stopping it in mid cycle, washer didn’t drain, the paid time ran out so I had to start it over. In the meantime put another load in a different washer, swished the quarters in – nothing happened, except the machine ate $3 worth of my quarters and I wasted a loads worth of soap, fabric softener and bleach. I finally texted my Sweetheart and daughter – “It was a CURSE! That ol’ biddy slapped a hex on me! Wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up in the morning with boils!” My boyfriend called me chuckling. Nice that he found a measure of amusement in this. So I asked him how long hexes last. He said he didn’t believe in such things, “guess it’ll last as long as you believe it will.” Hmmmm, well.