It could just be me, as I have this precedent for attracting strangeness. My husband attributes this to having a numerically interesting birth date, and my parents naming me for a Donovan song. It's like they overwhelmed the balance of the universe or something, and now I live life as a weirdo magnet. Really, I don't mind-I like weirdos. Mostly.
So when the morbidly obese old man in full St. Patrick's Day regalia sitting on the bench at exit to the Sun Mart asked if I wanted to sit on his lap, I laughed and said:
"Aw thanks, but not today."
I was halfway through the door when I heard:
"I'll bet you jiggle nice."
So. How was your St. Patrick's Day?