So the creepiest shit ever happened to me today.
So I was in Boston because my brother was playing at this Berklee Jazz Festival thing (his ensemble placed 3rd!) and there was this Barnes & Nobles in the performance center place and so my family went in there because all of us are obsessed with reading (obviously otherwise I most likely wouldn't be writing on here right now) and I got a couple books and stuff and we left.
So we were waiting outside the little room my brother was going to be playing in because another group was in there, and I was sitting on the ground reading because I didn't have anything else to do. And then this creepy ass cat thing came over.
It was one of those mascot things with the giant heads like they have at baseball stadiums, you know?
Thing is, I have, like, a legit fear of those things. I hate the idea of hugging a complete stranger and not knowing if they're looking at me like they want to kill me or not. I need to be able to see people's faces and hands and all that shit. But my dad keeps forcing me to take pictures with them (like in the picture, if you can't tell how uncomfortable I am, you're blind) and that's how I lead up to this.
So this cat thing comes over and everyone in my brother's ensemble is like YEAH LET'S GO CAT THING and I was like hiding behind my book thinking "please go away, please go away"
And of course my dad says to this person, "Hey, go say hi to that girl reading a book on the ground."
So the thing comes over, and I'm pretty sure it was like a 4'6" woman who had nothing better to do with her life than scar 13-year-old girls who just want to read.
So she motions at me to get up and I shake my head because NO FUCKING WAY JOSÉ and then shE GETS ON ALL FOURS AND GETS INTO A FUCKING POUNCING POSITION
So everyone around me is laughing while I'm terrified out of my fucking mind and then she finally leaves and I punch my dad in the shoulder.
I feel like I should also mention that when we were paying for the books at the Barnes & Nobles, he was talking in this horrible Scottish accent and he woULDN'T STOP
My dad is weird.
Also, if any of you somehow find out where I live and come visit me in a creepy as fuck mascot costume thing like in Backseat Serenade, I'm going to kick you in the fucking shin and break your leg.
Love you guys :)
-Cat
