Stopped in a convenience store close to home today. A young lady in her early 20's pulls her car up the no parking area in front of the doors, gets out and walks in.
She is disheveled, to say the least: Hair sticking up and out in every direction, she's wearing a tank top and shorts (it's 25 degrees outside!) and fuzzy house slippers.
I watch her walk around and grab a bottle of aspirin, make a 40 ounce soda and shuffle up behind me in line.
It only took one look at her bloody red eyes and one whiff of her sickening morning breath for me to move aside and let this poor creature sidle up to the counter.
A wad of bills in her hand, she (kinda, I think) mumbled thanks to me and practically threw some one's at the cashier.
Not waiting for her change, she popped the top off the aspirin, downed a handful and washed them down with some soda on her way out of the door.
Stumbling once, she made it to her car, kind of fell into the driver's seat and drove off.
The cashier and I looked at each other, slight smiles on our faces, and I said:
Like we used to say in the 60's... "A lotta freaks in the world, man."
I paid for my items, got in my car and drove home - chuckling all the way.
So... how's your day been?