Over the years I have developed a sense for when I may need a little psychiatric counselling. Here is an example-
When, on seeing a pink toenailed foot hanging out of someone’s boot/trunk, and the car with the foot is just in front of you at the fast food drive-through, you get out of your own car, go to the passenger side of the possible psycho’s car, open the door, ask him to turn his music down for a moment, get told to F#$##$%#%#$% off, shout to him, “I think you have a body in your boot,” go back your own car and quickly write down the licence plate of the psycho’s car, tell the fast food people (and order food), get home, ring the police who laugh and say it’s the latest craze – buying plastic body parts and sticking them out of car boots.
Okay this happened a few years ago when I was young and naive but I have never forgotten Anthony’s response when I got home all traumatized.
Anthony: So you thought there was a dead body in the guy’s boot so he must be a murderer but you still got out of your car and asked him to turn his music down so that you could tell him there was a foot hanging out of his boot?
Me: Yes.
Anthony: This reminds me a bit of when you went all the way into town to buy something to unblock the sink when it was just that you left the plug in.
Me: And?
Anthony: Well you don’t seem to have a lot of common sense.
He was right – am still struggling with common sense – argh!
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