a strange case of show and tell

As any of my co-workers could easily attest to, I am a magnet for the strange. Like a bad, and ironically, never-ending episode of the Twilight Zone, peculiar people and situations seem to find their way to my personal coordinates almost every single day. I wish I could say this only happens at work, but no. It manifests itself everywhere. I apparently carry an invisible portal along with me that beckons dark and bizarre forces from far-off, dusty corners of the universe, and each of these forces passes in and out of the portal at will with explicit orders to swirl solely around me, making my day-to-day reality as off kilter as possible.  I also wish I could say that this has only been a recent or fleeting phenomenon. Quite to the contrary, however, and whether benign or malevolent, these excursions into the curious, these visitations by the freakish and the grotesque, have been occurring for as long as I can remember. It would appear that I am cursed for life. Continue reading “a strange case of show and tell”