Some butt-monkey knocked over my favorite convenience store, the one on Wilcrest at Lakeside.
And then there was the time about a month ago that my husband and I were coming back into our little subdivision, and saw a guy strolling the area in a full sweatsuit, with hood up.
In April.
In Houston, where it was around 85 degrees and 85% humidity.
We said hi, but he wouldn’t make eye contact and got out of our vicinity pronto.
I know that store. I stop there many times coming home from work. And I too have seen the fully hooded “evacuees” walking around in 85 degree plus weather.
They come through my neighborhhod just aimlessly walking around checking things out. I’ll stop in my truck and say, “how are you doing, can I help you find your friends?” They don’t say much back to me but at least they know I marked them.