Twilight Zone

I am sure I have mentioned that I am on Hilton Head. Land of 60 degree days and men in polo shirts, khaki shorts, and deck shoes. The women dress almost the same other than slacks and better shoes. It is as if a uniform is issued at the bridge before you get on the island.

I guess I passed the uniform station. It's really not my style. So 99% of the time, I look completely out of place here.

Today, I took special care with my appearance for a trip to the grocery store. By that I mean I combed my hair and actually put on a bit of make up. Other than those concessions to civility, it was a typical Korn hoodie, blue jeans, black fedora, blue fingernail, Nine Inch Nails tattoo kind of day.

Now you can see why I don't fit in.

Anyway, I got my cart and headed into Food Lion. I needed some fruit which made the first stop the produce section. Where the other shopper was a tall male with dreadlocks to his butt! I have rarely seen anyone like that on this island. I smiled, did the head nod, and continued on.

To the next aisle where I ran into a woman older than myself (holy!) who had magenta colored hair. And the next aisle where the young man in denim shorts, tattoos, and hat smiled and blew me a kiss.

The place was mystifying! It was definitely time to leave. Off to the register where the pretty, 6' tall, nose pierced cashier rang up my purchases.

The whole experience was so out of character for this place. I sat in the car for a few minutes to process what I had seen. It was as if I had stepped into some type of Misfit run circus. Home!

I drove out of the parking lot and discovered this on the side of the road.


Snow. In Hilton Head. In 60 degree weather. I'm telling ya', I could hear the Twilight Zone music!