Our house is on a pretty quiet street. One side of the house (the side my office is on) is on an alley that slices through the block and is shared by at least 8 other houses. There’s plenty of room, but it gets used as a shortcut pretty often, sometimes by residents (I think) and sometimes by random people (I think). Yesterday, I was startled by someone singing. It was so loud, I thought someone was in the room with me, even though there’s basically no space behind my chair, so that’s impossible. I froze for a second, freaked out a bit, and then looked out the window. There was this woman with headphones and a discman* very slowly walking down the alley by our house, singing her heart out. Then she stopped, right under my window (I don’t think on purpose – she wasn’t looking at the house). It was weird. I hid from her. I’m aware that that is also weird.
*The dream of the 90s is alive. I know that’s Portland, but based on my experiences this past month, it applies to Eugene, too. There is a real, honest-to-god, working pay phone (that takes COINS!) in town (maybe more than one, but I’ve only seen one), and I saw a woman wearing basically this outfit last week.
If that doesn’t scream “I can’t leave the 90s behind”, I don’t know what does.