So I am at the grocery store Saturday (its what I do), Bingette is off looking longingly at the kelbasas and cucumbers, and I am standing in the ointment aisle trying to figure out which I want more, Ben Gay or Prep H.
I have heard this sound since we walked in, its a human sound but doesn’t sound like any word or language, not quite a burp or a sneeze noise either. At first I disregard it as nothing but it doesn’t seem to stop. Whoever is doing it is doing it intentionally and with no regard to others.
I can’t concentrate on ointments with this racket going on, so off I go to investigate the strange noise (something oddly enough…unique to white people, black folk run from strange noises we seek ’em out). I finally hear the noise again JUST ONE AISLE OVER!!!
This is it I can finally find out who and why this bullshit is fucking up my shopping. I turn onto the aisle to see a very friendly looking older man with a kind face, I smile and walk on by, this can’t be the guy….and then I hear the sound come from him.
and a revelation hits me.
This is the man and the noise is from tourette’s syndrome.
I feel like I am in heaven, instantly I run to find the wife and try to tell her the glory I have found through the tears of laughter streaming down my chisled facial features. I spend the next 15 glorious minutes shadowing this guy and giggling like a little girl in a condom shop.
It was a good day.
to those in the care, the sound was like a strange combination of premature pre-puke and a stiffled sneeze. Not the type of noise I can recreate and I had no way to record it.