This morning, a pirate walked past me on the street in the middle of the suburbs. So unusual at dawn when I’m just walking the dog. But then I thought: Of course it makes perfect sense! No doubt, a fellow colleague from my past life.
I still haven’t stopped giggling about the man who claimed I held him hostage on a ship in a prior life and pillaged his innocence. Except he had been a girl and I had been a pirate. He said he recognized me in the present day by my cackling laughter and my crooked teeth.
But, I hadn’t even shown him my hooked hand yet.
Or told him about my fondness for eye patches.