Dude Walks Kinda Wavey

I decided to go out today. I rang work this morning to see if I was supposed to be working, I can never remember, and I was happily surprised to find that I didn't. It seemed nice out and i wanted to have a wander, find some interesting shops, maybe get a jacket finally. I wrapped up warm, I've been ill recently and walked out into the sunny late autumn day. I got on to the metro and began my journey but a small tickle developed in the back of my throat. It was the air being circulated around the carriage, it was irritating the back of my throat. I started to cough. I couldn't suppress it. I had a long way still to go and I knew that I wouldn't make it without a drink of water, which I didn't have. I got of at Franklin D Roosevelt because I was choking and getting embarrassed. I don't think I've ever gone above ground at this station and once I started walking, typically, I got lost.
I'm not one for turning around. It would have been easy to just go back to the metro, get on and head to my planned destination but that is no adventure. I started to see some interesting shops on my wander and was having quite a nice time looking at what they had to sell. In particular the really expensive shops that appear to sell nothing, nothing usually that is, except this one shop which appeared to sell moss!

I continued to walk in no particular direction and behold, an inexpensive jacket shop for men! Exactly the types of styles I've been looking for. They didn't have my size.
I walked some more, I was beginning to feel bloody hungry. I decided to walk to the St Michel area. There is a very good supermarket there and I wanted to get food for the week, and deodorant. I'd run out and as I was trying on jackets I realised I was beginning to get a little stinky.
As luck would have it I found the same store for jackets as before, and they had my size. Purchase made. One happy customer walks out and smiles down the road all the way to the supermarket.
I had the strongest potato craving when I got in to the store. I can't explain it but there you have it. I managed to find potato based products and knew that now was time to go home. I decided to take the RER C. It's a nice ride and never busy. During the walk to the train I saw a "normal guy" look like he'd tripped. It catches your eye when that happens so for a few moments I watched him. The movement he'd mad started to look more like he may be drunk. He was weaving all over the place. Then I realised what was happening, he had to walk on every maintenance cover, diagonally. There are some truly strange obsessions out there. I was fascinated watching him go from one cover to the next, even if it was out of his way. It was really weird.
It got me thinking. I wonder what weird things I do when I think no one is watching? I guess I'll never know. Right now the only thing I have on my mind is hot steamy potato base meals!