You know my BIL (a cop) and I could drive around with our wives in the car and he'd say "did you see that?" and I go "yea what you wanna do?" he'd go "nothing I don't have walter with me" (walter was his PPK/S).
In the mean time the women who were chatting away would go "what? what happened? what did you see?"
Me, I've always had it. Sometimes it's a curse. I just "see" stuff. Stuff that is not right. People, places and property that is out of place.
For years I chased shoplifters. In new hire orientations that I'd give, people would ask what do they look like? I'd say "not normal" they would say what? I'd say "like they were not acting or being normal!" THey were focused on something else, something other than what "normal" people were focused on.
I say curse because, it causes me to sit out in my car at 7-11's and wait to see if things go OK after two weird guys pull up... and they mad-dog me we they exit because I'm still there or drive down the street and do the same. Pull up to cops cars and say they guy your looking for is two blocks down and dressed like xxx and have the clerk go "yea, yea! that's the guy!"
I causes me to pull out a note pad and take the most incredible detailed notes of a weird guy at the parking lot. I find out he's a prime kidnap/murder suspect....and then 30 years later have cold case detectives visit me again. This time they are going to nail the guy (13 rapes and 7 murders later). They read me my notes and even I'm amazed at how detailed I was.
It's a curse, but it's also saved my butt more than a few times.
I just see things, things anybody could see, if they LOOKED!
In the mean time the women who were chatting away would go "what? what happened? what did you see?"
Me, I've always had it. Sometimes it's a curse. I just "see" stuff. Stuff that is not right. People, places and property that is out of place.
For years I chased shoplifters. In new hire orientations that I'd give, people would ask what do they look like? I'd say "not normal" they would say what? I'd say "like they were not acting or being normal!" THey were focused on something else, something other than what "normal" people were focused on.
I say curse because, it causes me to sit out in my car at 7-11's and wait to see if things go OK after two weird guys pull up... and they mad-dog me we they exit because I'm still there or drive down the street and do the same. Pull up to cops cars and say they guy your looking for is two blocks down and dressed like xxx and have the clerk go "yea, yea! that's the guy!"
I causes me to pull out a note pad and take the most incredible detailed notes of a weird guy at the parking lot. I find out he's a prime kidnap/murder suspect....and then 30 years later have cold case detectives visit me again. This time they are going to nail the guy (13 rapes and 7 murders later). They read me my notes and even I'm amazed at how detailed I was.
It's a curse, but it's also saved my butt more than a few times.
I just see things, things anybody could see, if they LOOKED!