During a walk yesterday we came across a woman crouched down on the street smoking. And I mean SMOKING. She had two lit cigarettes in one hand and three in the other. She was also rocking side to side and mumbling to herself. I can only assume that she was having a REALLY bad day.
At the same time, the sun was shining and I had a tummy full of yummy cheeseburger (without mayo!) and was feeling rather pleased with the world in general. I guess that’s why she made such an impression. If kismet decreed that someone had to have a bad day, I am grateful it wasn’t me.