I just got back from my Primary election voting. (Turns out, Texas is not an Open Primary state. I thought it was.) But that has nothing to do with anything. I'm walking around the back room of my house, feeding my dogs, when I look out the window and notice someone standing behind my toolshed. I go over to the window, thinking it's a utilities guy, since they're here all the time.
I then notice these things in order - he's grotesquely fat; he's reading a magazine; he's not wearing any pants; he's not a utility worker. Beaver patrol maybe, but nobody who should have business in my yard.
I do the first thing that comes to mind, by stepping out the door and yelling, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" He looks up with the most utterly nonchalant face I've ever seen, then starts putting some sweatpants on. I go back inside to grab a weapon (just to scare him off with; I don't want to be within 10 feet of this fleshheap), regretting leaving all my firearms at my father's place. I come back out with a knife in hand, as he's squeezing his protruding mass through my garbage gate. I shouted after him, something about being a pervert in need of professional help, and he gave me an angry look as he sauntered away. You know, 'cause it's my fault I harshed his groove.
I'm not worried about this incident, it's probably the least threatening weird thing I've delt with in this city. But seriously. What the fuck?