BEWARE!!

There are so many things to "beware". I have 2 for you today.

#1. Beware inexpensive towels from Cost Plus World Market: I was so excited to get a 2 pack of big bath towels for around $4 at CPWM. Of course I washed them before I used them (you don't know who's been touching the towels in the store). When I used the towel yesterday I was COVERED in little navy blue fuzzies and there were navy blue fuzzies all over my tub!!!! Also, there were little pulled threads all over the towel. Apparently you get what you pay for. $4 for 2 towels = a big, navy blue mess.

#2. Beware strange men in coffee shops: You'd think I would have learned that lesson from my previous encounter at Peet's, but I had yet another experience as I sat to do some work at Coffee Society in the Pruneyard (not YERD, Abbey) the other day.

As I sat down I saw this man looking at me. It wasn't very long or in a creepy way so I just got into the "work mode" and didn't pay too much attention to him. After about 20 minutes he walks over to my table and says in almost a whisper, "Hi, uh, do you um know where the uh garbage is?" (Wow!! My heart was all a-flutter. :)) I could barely hear him so I asked what he said and he repeated it just a hair louder. I thought it was a strange question but I looked around and saw one and said, "Looks like there's one over there." He said thanks and walked away.

Not 5 minutes later, he was back at my table. (Read in whisper tones thinking that I'm continually saying, "Pardon? or, What was that?") "Uh, so do I know you from somewhere? You look really familiar. Did I meet you at blah-blah-blah (couldn't hear him or understand him)?"
Me: "I don't think so. I look familiar to a lot of people. There's a lot of me running around out there."
Him: "No, I think it was you. I play in a band, it's called blah-blah-blah. Maybe you've been to Blah."
Me: "Nope. Maybe you've seen me at Westgate Church. Have you ever been there?" (I LOVE throwing out the church reference)
Him: "Oh yeah. There's a bar across the street from Westgate. I think it's a coffee shop now. Maybe I saw you there."
Me: "I don't really frequent bars, so probably not."
Him: "Well, my name is Ben (or Dan, it was hard to hear)."
Me: "I'm Chris. Nice to meet you."
(Shake hands)
Him: "Mumble, mumble. See ya later."
Me: "Bye."

So, that was weird. I then go to my paranoid, conspiracy theories that I of course have gotten from watching way too much 24. What was that all about? Did he poison my drink? Did he steal my wallet? Did he steal my identity? Did he have a virus that he transmitted to me when he shook my hand? (Ok, that was pretty far out there, but when you watch too much 24 that's what happens.) Wallet was still there. I'm not dead yet from my drink or the hand-shake virus. Guess I'll find out soon enough if he stole my identity.

About 10 minutes after the "encounter" I gather my things and begin to walk out of Coffee Society. I glance over and see said mumbler standing in a corner watching me leave. YIPES!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, I think he was just creepy, low talker that wanted a friend.

BEWARE, my friends. BEWARE!!!!!