Getting Flashed

So this is the third time I've been flashed, four if you count the man wandering around Quincy Market with his penis sticking out of his pants who decided to stand next to me while I was using the ATM. He was pretty out of it, so clearly not an intentional flashing.

I was on my way home from the Yoga Journal Conference, zenned out on the 21.  Just as we turned off Market onto Hayes, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye.  Bus stops, people get off, man turns around and flashes us.  Hilarious, and even funnier how proud of himself he looked.  "Whoo-hoo, I have a penis! And I'm going to show you!" Bus pulled away and that was it. 

Why Crazy Magnet?

It's an interesting question. Strange things seem to happen to me. I always thought they were a normal part of life, but according to my friends, they seem to happen to me more than other people. My friend Sal coined the term "crazy magnet" when we were living in Munich after a man dressed as Kris Kringle poked me in the butt with his broom. We'll get to that story at some point. After getting flashed on my way home from the Yoga Journal Conference a couple of weeks ago, another friend encouraged me to write about some of these things. So why not?