Last night my stomach would not let me go to bed without Jack in the Box tacos...so I happily obliged and drove my hungered ass to the newly developed Jack in the Box on Lindell, which I hadn't been to yet. Tell you what kids, get there before they break in their fryers with shit and bugs, because it was probably the best JB I've had...and I wasn't even drinking. Even my burger was uncharacteristically delicious.
Now I know the tacos should have been the highlight of my trip, but they were definitely not...and I was really pulling for 'em. But an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties/early sixties, stole the show. He was walking east on Lindell and stopped at the intersection at Vandeventer where I was at a red light. He was pushing a small two wheeled grocery cart with the top half of a mannequin fully dressed in women's clothing positioned upright. In its/her lap sat a couple of plush animals. Pets perhaps...I'm not sure. Very creepy. Things got a little creepier when he noticed me staring (since I sure no one stares at his crazy ass) and he started to come up to my car. Luckily the light turned green and he was still a good three feet away. Because if there's one thing I don't want, its the crazy virus.
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You know you let him get in, bought him tacos and partied with him all night at your place. You're covered in crazy.
i'm around that intersection alot...i hope i see Mannequin Man with my own two sometime.
maybe i'll even let him put some crazy on me...
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