Y’all, seriously.  I have that sixth sense.

Remember, like, some months back, I wrote a post about a book that was featured on Oprah that talked about your fight-or-flight instincts?  IT HAPPENED TODAY. 

I didn’t have to take the Binja anywhere this morning, so I ended up at work way early.  The janitorial staff was making their rounds, and there was a young man with them that I’d never seen before.  His eyes absolutely lit up the minute they rounded my corner, so I smiled back and went on my way. 

They stopped at my cube fifteen minutes later to grab my trash, and the young man said, “Hi, what’s your name?  My name is John.  I’m new here.”

I said, “Hi, John.  My name is Sarah.  We’re happy to have you.” 

Now, I should admit that it was obvious that the boy was not firing on all six cylinders, but I grew up around specially abled people.  I’m not easily skeeved out.  At all, really.  But this one?  This one SERIOUSLY bothered me.

First of all, he just lingered.  Staring and smiling.  And then he stepped inside of my space bubble.  I nodded and suggested he go pick up the other trash.  He scampered off behind the older gentleman that usually makes the rounds.  But in a minute, he was back in my cube.  Just smiling and staring.  And laughing.

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