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SNEEZING I was at this park one day sitting on this bench in the sun. Minding my own business, not bothering anyone around me. When this lady from the other side of the park started to walk towards me. God I hate talking to people I don't know.

Well anyway this crazy lady who was mumbling to herself came an sat right next to me. The nerve this woman has walking across the whole park, passing empty benches and she comes and sits next to me. God I hate her already.

While staring at me she mumbled something about me sneezing. I tried to ignore her the best I could but she kept staring at me, like she wanted me to acknowledged her talking to me. Ya right. She said it again, still not hearing her I said what?? She said something about if you sneeze on Monday there will be danger.

If you sneeze on Tuesday you'll kiss a stranger. She got this weird look in her eyes and her lips stared to quiver. No way I was going to kiss her so I attempted to get up but she grabbed my leg so I couldn't. She said a sneeze on Wednesday you'll get a letter, and on Thursdays you'll get something better. There was that sick look in her eyes again. I said lady get the hell....before I could finish my sentence she said if you sneeze on Friday you'll have sorrow. But on Saturday if you sneeze Sunday will be great. She then looked at me one last time, got up and went over to her old bench. What a weirdo, god I hate people like that. Who thinks they can just come up to people and talk to them about sneezing and stuff. She got up and started to walk over to me again, seeing this I ran home, no way I was going to listen to her again. God what a weirdo.