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woah. crazy story. so i was walking home from work, and i saw a plastic bag. my immediate thought was to pick it up. but i really couldnt be bothered walk over to the hedge and pull it out of the branches. so i carried on, i heard a rustling and had the strange feeling like someone was following me. so i looked behind. the bag was rolling towards me. i was like w/e its just the wind. so i ignored it. the bag kept following me. i got slightly creeped out so i turned right and went down another street. anyway i look behind me no bag. i was like phew. then i kept thinking how i should of picked it up and blah blah blah. looked behind me again and there it was rolling towards me. so i walked towards it and picked it up. that is my awesome story. i also slammed my finger in the spatula drawer. im starting to think that my workplace really hates me ><