Today, Pard said I was a freak magnet because of that lying, two-faced Hairball who is my boss. Lying and two-faced? Yes. He basically lied to me telling me that we were a team and that he understood that I needed space and he was certainly not trying to micromanage me and that this fairly minor mistake I made a while back wasn’t that bad and that I handled it well when all the while, he was actually tattling about it to his boss. He really made me believe that we were making progress and that maybe he wasn’t such a freak. You can read all about it here. I guess it was an April Fool’s Day joke. Awesome. Well, now he’s not only a freak, he’s dead to me. I cannot stand a liar.
Anyway, back to Pard. I can’t say I hadn’t thought I was a freak magnet before, but today when she said that, I felt that no truer words had ever been spoken. Especially when I was out walking Dog and we let a lady pass us so that he wouldn’t be nervous about someone that he couldn’t see walking behind us. I made mention that he was blind so she could go on past us, which turned out to be a mistake. When she was almost a full block in front of us, she turned and asked me if I wanted her to pray for my dog. Huh? Do you believe in Jesus Christ, she asked. Oh shit.
All I could say was I don’t want to talk about that, thank you, but she was already starting toward me. She asked again if it would be okay for her to pray for Dog, so I said sure thinking she’d turn and go on and maybe pray for him tonight. You know, like at the foot of her bed or something. But, no, no. She meant right then. As in, right there in the middle of the sidewalk in the middle of my neighborhood. This can’t be happening.
It was. Dog and I stood there while she prayed for him to be healed. It seemed like it took 5 minutes or maybe even an hour, but it probably only lasted about a minute. Still. That was long enough. I’d say that qualifies me as a freak magnet. Most definitely.