Headphones On

She sat down in front of me and pulled a newspaper out of her bag. Not odd, yet. She opened it up to the TV listings and movie guide and I still didn't think it was odd. Fifteen minutes later she was still staring at the same page... And it was then I noticed, "St. Petersburg Times". Huh. Odd choice... I wonder how in the world she got a newspaper from Florida in Chicago on a Monday morning. Oh wait... May 18?

Facts: May 18 , St. Petersburg Florida, TV and Movie listings.
Conclusion: Clearly delusional or some sort of time traveler.

Twenty minutes later, after hopping off the Lincoln bus at Adams St. I'm walking to the work, past the Sears Tower when suddenly she comes upon me. Edina. I mean DEAD RINGER... I can even hear the "Lacroix dahling, LACROIX". Stupid black floppy hat, ridiculously over-patterned Tunic, black shiny spandex (I wasn't kidding about dead ringer here), Ridiculously large brown curly hair, pink/yellow/orange strappy sandals which appear to be at least three sizes too small for her feet... And gregarious stomping.

Facts: Wow... I wish I'd been able to pull out my camera fast enough to document the ridiculous.
Conclusion: Either everyone else is on drugs this morning... Or I am?

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