Firstly, I was alerted to this. (Twitter has enlightened me to many things, but this one just takes the cake.) And I have not been quite the same since. I will remain happily archaic, thankyouverymuch.
Then, we headed out to meet with a realtor named Bob who was recommended to us by a friend (thank you!). We had spoken to him over the phone but had not met him in person before today. Upon handshakes, he handed us each a business card. I think it is a natural reflex to glance at a business card when it is handed to you, despite not actually needing any of the information on it at that particular moment. What I noticed, upon my glance, was that the business card said, “Josh” instead of “Bob.” I was confused. Did Bob send in a partner? WHO WAS THIS MAN? The kicker was that once we were free to discuss this strangeness, as it turns out, he handed the husband a business card claiming he was “Pete.” I don’t know how to process this. Is it a joke or a sociology experiment? Was he testing us? Does he deviously grab handfuls of others’ cards from the bowl at Chili’s when no one is looking only to hand them out to unsuspecting clients?
This afternoon, I met some friends at the local Nature Center for some rare kid-free time there and the chance to support them before they (might) have to close. One in our group ended up running late so we hopped on a shuttle up to the center only to get a new message saying she was nearly there. Naturally, we decided to just sit and wait for her. I am pretty familiar with the place and the routine of being there so I felt comfortable enough to just sit and enjoy the day before heading inside to pay. There was a women there, employed by the Center, who was not at all comfortable with this plan of action. Her job, clearly, was to help direct visitors in to the building where they can pay admission – and when we failed to do as her job description said we would, she reverted to more, um, primal, ways of communicating with us. Mainly staring us down and yelling at us. I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP – but she literally stood about four feet from us and stared at us. Stared. And when we got too close to an exhibit (about 8 feet away), she kind of lost her shit and flipped the Hell out about it. I mentioned this inside as I was paying and the woman running the counter behind admissions burst into giggles, an indication that maybe this is not the first time such a thing has happened. It was strange and annoying, but not so much we were unable to see the amusement in the situation.
So, yes. I have had a bizarre day (and I didn’t even get to the part about how one of the houses we saw today had outdoor toilets! plural!). How about you?