Your Bugging me Man

Its east side, about 1 in the afternoon, I pull up into an apartment complex where a tall glass wearing 30 something straight laced in pants man is waiting for me complete with enough luggage to be headed to the airport. At first the thought train had delrailed to that destination as the real ride not what was showcased. He put his stuff in the back seat with a large beetle type bug on his left knee as he sat in the front seat, before we could pull away he claimed he had forgot something and ran back up the stairs to his apartment. I waited and had already hit we had left. When he came back down several minutes later he opened the back door and from my frist glance as he had approched the car it seemed like maybe he hadnt forgotten anything large enough to be seen. "Ok im ready" he said with what some would call "special" needs. He talked in that lingo. Smart but not smart enough or probally allowed to drive. He seemed nice but clearly disabled. I noticed another bug was crawling on his leg agian, and he paid it no attention as I was about to tell him he quickly but in as he asked if he could stop at the Kroger so he could use the bathroom. "We are going out to boonies, it is long drive, I will tip you well for it" Despite his age he had a mischevous smart nature that made him seem much younger than his real age. After a few minutes he returned and it seemed like it was a common request for he told me exactly where I could wait. I live close to this Kroger and had shopped at it 100 to many times. I already knew and waited there. When he came back this time a fly it seemed that was very lathargic was with him as well as another bug crawling on his other leg. Not sweating the small stuff and before I could say anything he again became very animated, not allowing me to talk as he went on and on how he was looking at houses to raise disabled kids as he would become a foster Dad. It was like the shriner commercial kid but in his 30's wanting to be a Dad. I sympathize with him on some levels but in todays world all things are possible good and bad. He talked on how he wanted to build basketball courts, swimming pools, and Im sure his imagination was ripe on how Idylic it would all be. How peaceful it was to be out in the sticks with 7 disabled children living as one with a mischevous Disabled Father. When we pulled into the house it had many large trees that he said needed to be cut down, the real estate agent hadnt shown up yet as he was methodically early and was well planned with his Stephen Hawken math skills. He walked around the house talking aloud and measuring parts of the house with a leveler on a measuring stick. I hung out for a minute to see if anyone would need a ride 15 minutes far away from any store out in New Richmond. After doing a few sets of pushups to break up the sitting, he asked me to go ahead, he would get another ride later. He was pushy about it, and I was happy to wait 30 minutes just to take him back. After much coerxion I submitted and left. The next ride was a pick up at a another Kroger,that lathargic fly buzzed around before hand, I thought it had flown out. When I helped a New York City transplant put her groceries in the car, she screamed with the back door left open. "ahhh,I hate spiders! I hate them!" On the seat was what looked like a paraylized or dead spider with twitching legs, I thought it could be dead. It was a huge wolf spider. Full grown. I flicked it off the middle back seat and out the door with out any hesitation. The lady screamed again, and moved away. "Its still alive! it ran away!. Several rides later and hours later I opened all the doors and shewed out moths and bugs from Chris the Autistic Bug Man Spider prankster. I hope his kids like spiders in they're beds as a good father Prank.