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Nov. 20th, 2002 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaSo I was in Stop & Shop (a supermarket though it sounds like a quickie mart) and heard someone screaming like mad. I try not to rubberneck when I'm on the highway, but if there's some weirdness going down in a store or on the sidewalk, I'm gonna go get an eyeful. So I go to the front of the store and there's an obviously crazy lady screaming all kind of shit while at the checkout stand. I can't understand what she's saying, but it's obvious that she's yelling about everyday stuff--she's not even angry. And the cashier is just going about her business, scanning and bagging groceries.
"Damn," I thought. "I thought I was going to see somebody get decked."
So I go about my business. A few minutes later I went to the bakery area to get some bagels. And a few feet away, at the Dunkin' Donuts counter, was the crazy woman, decked out in some way-too-small shorts (keep in mind that it's freaking COLD up here) and making small talk with the girl behind the counter (if you can really call anything conducted at 120 db "small talk")
"I have AIR CONDITIONING in my apartment. CENTRAL AIR CONDITIONING. I keep it FREEZING COLD in there in the summertime. I walk around in my UNDERWEAR in there. Is that GOOD? Yeah, that's GOOD!"
I sort of wish that I could be that free and open with my thoughts. You know, like maybe I could tell the bank teller: "I picked up a DOGBALL outside the drugstore the other night. And then, then next night, when I was DRIVING down DIXWELL, I goddamn CLOCKED someone on the SIDEWALK with it."
But man, they'd put me AWAY in no time. And this woman is walking around unmolested enjoying a Dunkaccino.
"Damn," I thought. "I thought I was going to see somebody get decked."
So I go about my business. A few minutes later I went to the bakery area to get some bagels. And a few feet away, at the Dunkin' Donuts counter, was the crazy woman, decked out in some way-too-small shorts (keep in mind that it's freaking COLD up here) and making small talk with the girl behind the counter (if you can really call anything conducted at 120 db "small talk")
"I have AIR CONDITIONING in my apartment. CENTRAL AIR CONDITIONING. I keep it FREEZING COLD in there in the summertime. I walk around in my UNDERWEAR in there. Is that GOOD? Yeah, that's GOOD!"
I sort of wish that I could be that free and open with my thoughts. You know, like maybe I could tell the bank teller: "I picked up a DOGBALL outside the drugstore the other night. And then, then next night, when I was DRIVING down DIXWELL, I goddamn CLOCKED someone on the SIDEWALK with it."
But man, they'd put me AWAY in no time. And this woman is walking around unmolested enjoying a Dunkaccino.
