Einnob Snrub
You know how there is a small handful of people out there, for whatever reason, with whom you cross paths on a regular basis? I’m not talking about people that you ordinarily see because you work with them, or because you live near them. I’m talking about people that maybe live in the same city as you but you don’t have anything else to really bring you together other than chance, coincidence, and circumstance.
One such person I see quite often is, Einnob. Einnob isn’t really her name, but I try to preserve peoples’ anonymity as much as possible. Einnob is one of my friend’s moms, that is how I met her, and once in a while I will see her in connection with that friend. But most of the time, we just happen to be at the same place at the same time. In a city of 175,000. It’s a little creepy.
I go to the market. There’s Einnob.
I go to the hair salon. There’s Einnob.
I go out to eat. There’s Einnob.
I’m walking through a parking lot. There’s Einnob.
I’m sitting at a red light and happen to glance over. There’s Einnob.
Einnob, are you stalking me?
You know how there is a small handful of people out there, for whatever reason, with whom you cross paths on a regular basis? I’m not talking about people that you ordinarily see because you work with them, or because you live near them. I’m talking about people that maybe live in the same city as you but you don’t have anything else to really bring you together other than chance, coincidence, and circumstance.
One such person I see quite often is, Einnob. Einnob isn’t really her name, but I try to preserve peoples’ anonymity as much as possible. Einnob is one of my friend’s moms, that is how I met her, and once in a while I will see her in connection with that friend. But most of the time, we just happen to be at the same place at the same time. In a city of 175,000. It’s a little creepy.
I go to the market. There’s Einnob.
I go to the hair salon. There’s Einnob.
I go out to eat. There’s Einnob.
I’m walking through a parking lot. There’s Einnob.
I’m sitting at a red light and happen to glance over. There’s Einnob.
Einnob, are you stalking me?
2 comments:
You know how much the Zepol/Snrub girls love BLOGs all about them. This is going to make Einnob's you know what do you know what!!!!
Of course I'm stalking you! I love you, especially since I made your blog. Now I love you more than ever!
I'm sorry it has taken so long to reply to your/my blog but....I have been very busy trying to figure out your schedule so that we can "accidently meet" again very soon.
Until we meet again....Love, Einnob.
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