So today two Facebook memories popped up and reminded me that this day seems to be a day when people told me crazy things. One was many years ago when I first moved into my house and someone came by looking for “Cypress” (like the tree), and insisting that he lived in my house, even though the former occupant had been a senior-aged nurse living alone. Another year, a man verbally accosted me on the street, calling me profanities and telling me to “go back to my country.” I don’t know what country would take me at this point in my family’s immigration history, but whatevs. Another crazy memory was the guy on the BART who said, “There’s more than one way to crack a goose.” What does that even mean? Poor goose!

For today’s prompt, write about crazy things that random people have said to you.