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JustGeorge

Imperfect
Staff member
Premium Member
You hear often of people getting "a bad feeling" about someone, or averting some disaster because they perceived someone as shady by nothing but intuition. But, less often do you hear folks say "when they walked in, I knew there was something special".

There used to be a 24 hour gas station half a block from the house. It was both a blessing and a burden; nice to have a short walk to grab a snack, bad to have the temptation. Because this is a boring place, yet still big enough to attract night life, unusual characters would sometimes frequent there. Sometimes they were problematic, sometimes they were just colorful.

There was a particular man there that would catch my attention. I'm going to guess he was in his 60s. Big round belly and a big bushy beard. He wore a shabby baseball cap and wore shabby clothes. He drove an old rusty truck full of garbage. He had a huge smile and a sterling silver Star of David necklace. I would catch his attention, too. He'd make a fuss to see me, and inquire like we were old friends, though, to my knowledge, we'd never met before.

One day, he told me quite seriously, but still with his characteristic joy, "my name is Jimmie James, and if you ever need me, you just yell for me, and I'll be there." With that, he turned and left, and I've never seen him since. The gas station closed a few months after.

I still think of him. I haven't yelled for him, though I've thought of it. Part of me is worried he'll show up(hate to bother someone), and part of me is worried he won't.

Have you met any people that, instead of giving you "a bad feeling", gave you a good one, instead? I'm not necessarily talking about people you have close relationships with(unless that initial feeling is what drew you to them), but just every day people that you know, somehow, have a special spark to them.

Who are your 'characters'?
 

Quagmire

Imaginary talking monkey
Staff member
Premium Member
There are a few people who walk through the world looking to see what they can give to life instead of trying to see what they can get from it.

They tend to have this attitude about people too, and sometimes you can just tell. They tend to be especially polite, sometimes to the point of seeming glad to see everyone, even people who they're seeing for the first time.

These people tend to put you at ease. You can tell they're interested in you rather than trying to get you to be interested in them (or what they're selling).
 

Quagmire

Imaginary talking monkey
Staff member
Premium Member
There are a few people who walk through the world looking to see what they can give to life instead of trying to see what they can get from it.

They tend to have this attitude about people too, and sometimes you can just tell. They tend to be especially polite, sometimes to the point of seeming glad to see everyone, even people who they're seeing for the first time.

These people tend to put you at ease. You can tell they're interested in you rather than trying to get you to be interested in them (or what they're selling).
I've met a few people like this, and they always make me feel naked, which can be a little uncomfortable at first. :p
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
This is an excellent question! Unfortunately, I am going to lead the way with my late husband but that's because I felt so incredibly drawn to him IMMEDIATELY and I've never felt that way about anyone else before or since.

He was five years older than me, and he smoked a bit (not a lot but a bit) and I do think that's why he had a sudden, massive, widow maker heart attack., but my gosh that man was precious to me and I knew my parents would love him too (which they did). He was so funny and smart to me, and good looking and witty and clever and all that. He and I were perfect together, even though we were not perfect independently. We talked and laughed and cried way, way into the night and then he had to LEAVE the next morning for at least two weeks, and I was more nervous about getting together with him the second time than the first time, because I had built up so much anticipation. Little did I know that he had called his brother first thing the next morning and I had called my parents, and we both said to them "If this person checks out, I am going to marry this person." We got married about 8 months later and we literally had ONE ARGUMENT the entire 15 years we were married, and that was about a stupid brisket of all things and it was really determining that we didn't like to argue so why waste the time? There was no breaking up and making up, no drama, we just got along great and always always did. In the one argument that we had, I thought, "I cannot lay in this bed next to the person I am so mad at," so I got up and went into the guest room and about a minute later I heard his feet hit the floor and he can barreling down the hall and into the guest room and said, "Get your *** up and come to bed." And I did so and that was that. I mean, I wasn't mad any longer at him and he wasn't mad any longer at me so why argue and make things worse?

He was a trip. I always use to say to him that in our case, opposites definitely didn't attract. He was like the male version of me, except I always felt he was better looking than me but I may have been wrong about that. He was not my physical "type" either but it really didn't matter because I was crazy about him from the start.

Why wouldn't I love him? He was like loving myself! FINALLY!

My dad's song for him was Etta James singing "At Last."
 

anna.

colors your eyes with what's not there
You hear often of people getting "a bad feeling" about someone, or averting some disaster because they perceived someone as shady by nothing but intuition. But, less often do you hear folks say "when they walked in, I knew there was something special".

There used to be a 24 hour gas station half a block from the house. It was both a blessing and a burden; nice to have a short walk to grab a snack, bad to have the temptation. Because this is a boring place, yet still big enough to attract night life, unusual characters would sometimes frequent there. Sometimes they were problematic, sometimes they were just colorful.

There was a particular man there that would catch my attention. I'm going to guess he was in his 60s. Big round belly and a big bushy beard. He wore a shabby baseball cap and wore shabby clothes. He drove an old rusty truck full of garbage. He had a huge smile and a sterling silver Star of David necklace. I would catch his attention, too. He'd make a fuss to see me, and inquire like we were old friends, though, to my knowledge, we'd never met before.

One day, he told me quite seriously, but still with his characteristic joy, "my name is Jimmie James, and if you ever need me, you just yell for me, and I'll be there." With that, he turned and left, and I've never seen him since. The gas station closed a few months after.

I still think of him. I haven't yelled for him, though I've thought of it. Part of me is worried he'll show up(hate to bother someone), and part of me is worried he won't.

Have you met any people that, instead of giving you "a bad feeling", gave you a good one, instead? I'm not necessarily talking about people you have close relationships with(unless that initial feeling is what drew you to them), but just every day people that you know, somehow, have a special spark to them.

Who are your 'characters'?


You should definitely yell for him if you ever think the time is right.
 

Kathryn

It was on fire when I laid down on it.
One time my car broke down on Victory Drive, just outside of Ft Benning, GA. It was a terrible place to break down, and full of GIs and it was well before cell phones. Basically I was just at anyone's mercy, and I was about 22 years old. Suddenly this handsome and super nice guy pulled up and said his name was Sgt. Sargent which I thought was weird but OK. I mean, his name tag did say that. He helped me out and got me on my way and so the next day I called the post locator and said I was looking for a Sgt. Sargent and he said there was no one on the post by that name. I said, "What about guests and short term people, like at schools?" Nope, no one EVER by that name. Very strange!
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
When we moved here i noticed that about once a month an old grizzled clocharde, tramp, hobo, whatever, would walk across the square from the shop and set up home on the bench. Spread out his newly bought foodstuffs and drink and tuck in to a sumptuous meal of biscuits (cookies), crisps (chips), dry bread and cheese, washed down with bottled water.

No one ever went near him. After he'd eaten he would talk and pet his imaginary dog and chat with himself. He would spend a couple of hours in the square then clean up the bench, discard his wrappings and empty bottle in the bin and saunter away.

I don't know why but i liked him, he had character, I'd love to hear some of his stories. So after a few months of watching him through the window i bucked up courage, went outside and said 'bonjour, ca va?'

Over the next few months i got to know him quite well.

Fascinating guy, he liked the Perigord Noir area, he'd lived here all his life. He liked to walk and had nothing he wanted so that's what he did, walk from village to village, on a set route around the area, the walk took him about a month.

His faithful dog had died a couple of years ago but he knows he is still here.

Then came the bombshell. He's quite wealthy and owns a chateau, he goes home for a couple of nights per month, has decent food and a bath, cleans his clothes then sets out again on his walk.

Sadly I've not seen him since the lockdown, i assumed the worst had happened. I ventured to his chateau and asked. Yes he'd caught covid but refused nursing, went on his walk and died.
 

JustGeorge

Imperfect
Staff member
Premium Member
When we moved here i noticed that about once a month an old grizzled clocharde, tramp, hobo, whatever, would walk across the square from the shop and set up home on the bench. Spread out his newly bought foodstuffs and drink and tuck in to a sumptuous meal of biscuits (cookies), crisps (chips), dry bread and cheese, washed down with bottled water.

No one ever went near him. After he'd eaten he would talk and pet his imaginary dog and chat with himself. He would spend a couple of hours in the square then clean up the bench, discard his wrappings and empty bottle in the bin and saunter away.

I don't know why but i liked him, he had character, I'd love to hear some of his stories. So after a few months of watching him through the window i bucked up courage, went outside and said 'bonjour, ca va?'

Over the next few months i got to know him quite well.

Fascinating guy, he liked the Perigord Noir area, he'd lived here all his life. He liked to walk and had nothing he wanted so that's what he did, walk from village to village, on a set route around the area, the walk took him about a month.

His faithful dog had died a couple of years ago but he knows he is still here.

Then came the bombshell. He's quite wealthy and owns a chateau, he goes home for a couple of nights per month, has decent food and a bath, cleans his clothes then sets out again on his walk.

Sadly I've not seen him since the lockdown, i assumed the worst had happened. I ventured to his chateau and asked. Yes he'd caught covid but refused nursing, went on his walk and died.
He sounds like he was fascinating... I'm sorry to hear he met such an end. :(
 

Quagmire

Imaginary talking monkey
Staff member
Premium Member
When we moved here i noticed that about once a month an old grizzled clocharde, tramp, hobo, whatever, would walk across the square from the shop and set up home on the bench. Spread out his newly bought foodstuffs and drink and tuck in to a sumptuous meal of biscuits (cookies), crisps (chips), dry bread and cheese, washed down with bottled water.

No one ever went near him. After he'd eaten he would talk and pet his imaginary dog and chat with himself. He would spend a couple of hours in the square then clean up the bench, discard his wrappings and empty bottle in the bin and saunter away.

I don't know why but i liked him, he had character, I'd love to hear some of his stories. So after a few months of watching him through the window i bucked up courage, went outside and said 'bonjour, ca va?'

Over the next few months i got to know him quite well.

Fascinating guy, he liked the Perigord Noir area, he'd lived here all his life. He liked to walk and had nothing he wanted so that's what he did, walk from village to village, on a set route around the area, the walk took him about a month.

His faithful dog had died a couple of years ago but he knows he is still here.

Then came the bombshell. He's quite wealthy and owns a chateau, he goes home for a couple of nights per month, has decent food and a bath, cleans his clothes then sets out again on his walk.

Sadly I've not seen him since the lockdown, i assumed the worst had happened. I ventured to his chateau and asked. Yes he'd caught covid but refused nursing, went on his walk and died.
What was his name?
 

Heyo

Veteran Member
When we moved here i noticed that about once a month an old grizzled clocharde, tramp, hobo, whatever, would walk across the square from the shop and set up home on the bench. Spread out his newly bought foodstuffs and drink and tuck in to a sumptuous meal of biscuits (cookies), crisps (chips), dry bread and cheese, washed down with bottled water.
Very unusual guy, a Frenchman drinking water to bread and cheese.
 

mangalavara

नमस्कार
Premium Member
There was a particular man there that would catch my attention. I'm going to guess he was in his 60s. Big round belly and a big bushy beard. He wore a shabby baseball cap and wore shabby clothes. He drove an old rusty truck full of garbage. He had a huge smile and a sterling silver Star of David necklace. I would catch his attention, too. He'd make a fuss to see me, and inquire like we were old friends, though, to my knowledge, we'd never met before.

One day, he told me quite seriously, but still with his characteristic joy, "my name is Jimmie James, and if you ever need me, you just yell for me, and I'll be there." With that, he turned and left, and I've never seen him since. The gas station closed a few months after.

Sounds like a really special man! By ‘really special’ I mean either from or connected to another world.
 

mangalavara

नमस्कार
Premium Member
He was a trip. I always use to say to him that in our case, opposites definitely didn't attract. He was like the male version of me, except I always felt he was better looking than me but I may have been wrong about that. He was not my physical "type" either but it really didn't matter because I was crazy about him from the start.

I really enjoyed reading all of that. Thanks for sharing. You had a very wonderful man there. :)
 
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