biscuitmap Thread

When I was about 13 I was in Mission Beach in San Diego, and I really wanted to buy a hat with the little money that I had. After looking at all the shops they had on the boardwalk, I couldn't find any that I really wanted so I just forgot about it an moved on. About a half hour later, I was walking on the street with my dad and we pass by a homeless guy who, I shit you not, said "Sorry you couldn't find a hat kid." There was no way he could've known unless he was following me or was a psychic. Both of which are creepy.