My friend Christine's post here made me think about my visit to the Salvation Army Store last Friday. There are always unique characters in there.
As I was checking out, this older gentleman who had been hanging around the counter talking to the checker said, "Well, I guess I better go, I got work to do in Winona."
Me: (ever the friendly/nosey one) What kind of work do you do in Winona?
Him: Oh just odd jobs--some of this and that. Do know Winona?
Me: Yes I live there.
Him: Oh that's nice, so do I.
He wandered back around to the other side of the counter and began mumbling to the checker again......and then he said to her, "I need to go, but I can't seem to be able to leave.....you must have hoo-dooed me."
I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt then that it was time for me to go. I don't believe in any of that stuff, but I'm just saying........