Thursday, March 02, 2006

Speaking of crazy...

OK, it's nice out, so I left my door open. Yes, I know I should have learned, from the last time this happened, but I didn't.

So this chick comes up while I'm watching King of the Hill reruns. About 20. Crying. Starts out telling me her life's story about a cop arresting her for taking other people's bipolar meds because she guesses the cops here are all crazy and how they take her car and drop her off at a gas station and how she lives in Lebanon and her 3 month old baby lives there and everyone she knows has their answering machine and can I drive her there to Big Daddy's?

Umm, no, but we can call somone if you want. No, all their answering machines are on. Did you leave a message? Umm, no. Do you want to call again and leave a message? Umm, no.

Wonder where I get all those stories? They fall out of the sky, land in my parking lot, and knock on my door.

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