Day 11- ARRHENGERONSCOPHOBIA

Ok. I admit. My blog last night sucked dong. I was in a dark place, wanting food. It's amazing the way your mind screws with you. But, I jumped on the scale this morning and it' all worth it. Down another 2.5 lbs for a total of six pounds lost!! Yay!!! Plus I switched up when I eat my one meal and moved it to lunchtime. I went to where else for lunch? Mediterranean Bakery. Hot dang! I'm lovin life. So when the closing time whistle blew at CDC, (they really don't have one...but I wish they did)I hopped in the Beemer and zoom a zoom zoom I went. I don't if the nice weather brings these crazies out, but there were 4 sign guys in a 4 mile radius! First I approach a dude that looked so down on his luck. I would be like that too if someone put me in an ANGRY BIRDS suit!!! He was promoting a jumping gym for kiddie parties. My, oh my...that poor man. There was no sign spinning for this guy. Then I go no crap, 1/4 mile and there is a fat man with a sandwich board trying to sell me a mattress. I just have no words for this sorry sap. I hope they are paying you good money. But how in the hell did he get in the sandwich board in the first place? Better yet, how's he gonna get out? Now, he was lovin life, twirling a towel and singing. Maybe he escaped from Green Acres. The next one was a classic. It was a high school kid sitting in a lawn chair holding the sign for Verizon Wireless. Genius. Then low and behold, heading down 78, what do I see approaching the 124 Hwy intersection? OLD MAN SIGN SPINNER!!! I am so pissed I didn't get my phone out to snap a photo of him. He was in classic form today: He had on his signature cowboy hat, but then it was a new outfit- red flannel shirt, his standard freaky red rubber gloves and THEN....THEN...RED BIB SKI PANTS!!!!!! Are you for real? I can't believe no one has caused an accident b/c I almost had one. I had to look away because he was freaking me out so bad. And it was like he tried to make eye contact with me. HE WAS WAVING ME IN TO THE TIRE STORE. No way in HELL I was turning in there. You know I have Coulrophobia- fear of clowns. Well, I am afraid now that I am becoming fearful of old crusty, dancing old men. I was literally freaked out. So, when I got home, I googled if there was a phobia of old men. Sure as shit there is! (kinda)- but I am going to coin a new word, so here goes: The fear of old people is called gerontophobia and the fear of growing old is called gerascophobia. Arrhenphobia is the fear of men. So what do you get? ARRHENGERONSCOPHOBIA. BAM! Suck it old man! I sure wish the old folks bus would pick him up and take him back to the home where he belongs. But you know what the freaky thing is? I called Fred on his way home to take a picture of old man sign spinner. Guess what? HE WASN'T THERE!!! This makes it even more freaky!! Is he only there when I drive home? Does he know my schedule? Old lord..this is too much!! Tomorrow, I am driving down there and taking a picture of this crusty ski pant wearing crazy. If I have a dream about him tonight, it make take me over the edge. I gotta go to Zumba and sweat this vision out of my head. Later friends!!