Oh, and....

I have been meaning to post this story for a while...But I keep forgetting about it.

There is a six letter word that encompasses the overall mood of this little tale: C-R-E-E-P-Y.

About a month ago, I was on my way to work, taking my usual route. I got stopped at a red light by the Little Caesar's when all of the sudden the man in the car in front of me, turns around in his seat, with camera in hand, and flashes a picture of me!!! Bewildered....I sit there still waiting for the light to turn...thinking, Why? What just happened? Seriously? Upon the change of the red light to green, he took off as fast as his Mercury Sable would allow. I happened to be heading in the same direction he was, which I believe, led him to think I was following him. He drove a little erratically, and then turned on to some side street suddenly. All the while, the same questions are buzzing though my head.

Weird? Yes. A little frightening? Yes. Creepy? Very much. Stalker like? MmmHmm. Possible Serial Killer? Likely.

So I suppose if some pictures of me in my car with an expression that reads something along the lines of, "What the Fuzz?", surface the Internet then you'll know why. Or if my body is found in a ditch or lake, you'll know to look for a Islamic/Indian/Hispanic (could have been any of those) man in a Red Mercury Sable driving around in Payson, snapping photos of people at stop lights.

Who knows, he may of just thought my 1990-something Honda Civic was the coolest car he had ever seen. So much, that he needed a snapshot of it.

THEEE End.