This should be another erotic story. Sounds like there are a few euphemisms here.
No eroticism in this story, but the deafening sound of crickets in this forum and my complete boredom forces me to tell it.
So the donut store my mom and I go to has two things; amazing glazed donuts and a guy named Kevin who works there and quietly claims to be super human. He appears quite normal, handling a throng of customers without freaking out and making small talk, "Hi, how ya doin'" and whatnot. But if you bring up a hot topic word or mention something supernatural, he;s off to the races with his theory that he has extrasensory perception and can feel the magnetic forces in the earth and knows when an earthquake will happen. I mean who am I to say that he can't, I see signs. But he seems to have crossed that line of sanity/insanity somewhere because once he starts talking you can't get him to stop, he doesn't pick up visual clues that the person listening to his story is bored or is ready to leave, he just wants to tell you so bad about all his predictions that have come true. He keeps a binder on top of the fridge where they keep the chocolate milk that details his clairvoyance, he has little scraps of paper taped here and there behind the counter with dates and locations of his predictions. I mean it might be possible, but I think he;s tuned into Coast-toCoast a few too many hours because he's assigned these classic clairvoyant explanations to what might just be called "being in harmony with nature." He wants so desperetly to be recognized as a Super Human, and I get that, I mean who doesn't want their talent not to go unnoticed. He said the other day "My family thinks I'm insane, that I shouldn't tell people what I see." The way he said that made me feel so much sympathy for him. I suggested he open a facebook account without his name attached to it and vent these coincideces he sees, get them off his chest, so to speak. He just gets agitated at the suggestion and rambles on about sasqwatch. He said to the man in front of me "I'm going to save the world!" and the man said "Well put me on your list when you do that, give me a call first." You could see his wife or sister or one of the family members burning an onion bagel behind the counter roll her eyes in disgust. I ordered my donut and smiled big and said how good it was to see him, to show her that not everyone thinks he's a nutjob.
what's one of them?