Category: Weird Sightings

We have a wonderful trail to use in the county that we live in.  It’s next to a lovely river.  It used to be an old railroad bed that was discontinued and the county turned it into a scenic trail for everyone to use.  You can ride horses, bicycles, walk and run on the trail.  It’s awesome and my family uses it at least 5 days a week.  But, that’s another post.

Today, Denton and I were doing our normal 5K and on the way back to our vehicle we met three teenage boys.  One of them had on a backpack.  Another was carrying a case of Cup of Noodles.  And the last had a gallon of water.  All three were carrying a cinder-block.  They were very polite, they all smiled and said hello and continued on past us.  Hmmmm.

Denton and I looked at one another and he laughed and said “I’m not even going to ask!”.

I’m telling you people I can’t even make up stuff like this!  I seriously wanted to ask them if I could take their picture for my blog – but I figured they were on a mission and couldn’t take the time.

I would love to know where they were headed and what they were going to do once they were there.  Build a fire and sit around on their cinder-blocks and cook up their Cup of Noodles?

I guess we’ll never know, unless my son knows them from school and they talk about it!  Then I’ll give you an update.

Have you seen and weird sightings lately?

This may or may not be a weird sighting to you, but it is to me.  I’m from the south, in case you didn’t know it already.  And in the south, it’s always been a courtesy to the mourning family to pull over and let a funeral procession go by.  Do you do this in your neck of the woods?

I was in the big city last Friday (instead of my tiny town) working my way across town, visiting my favorite thrift store haunts.  As I came to the intersection, our light turned green.  The car in front of me didn’t move and I realized almost instantly that there was a funeral procession going on through – led by the police, as usual.

Now is where this boring story gets interesting, I promise!  A car behind all of us gets impatient and roars around, crosses the street in front of us and almost T-bones one the mourner cars.  Blowing his horn the entire time.  Classy.

Yes, as you can imagine the funeral cars were not impressed.  One the ladies actually rolled down her window as she passed Mr. Classy and yelled her opinion of the matter to him.  I don’t think he much cared for the castigation as his gestures indicated to her.  Again, Classy.

So, do you pull over for a funeral in your area of the world?  Or is this just a southern thing?