Just another normal day...

We started off with a passed out Eskimo on the bus, but fortunately he wasn't making any trouble for anyone except his own brain cells so that was ok. I figured I'd be off the bus and in my office before he came to. Then a small and rather cheerful lady in a very fetching hat with a flower on it got on and immediately greeted me like an old friend, saying she hadn't seen me for ages and wondered if I had moved. I realized that this was the same lady that chatted to me whenever she saw me and tried to make arrangements to go to the State Fair with me last year, so in that respect we are "friends" of a sort....
Today she insisted I take down her phone number because she had bought a shirt especially for me; it's pink and apparently has my flag on and she wants me to call her so she can arrange to get the shirt to me.
I took down the number for fear of offending her, chatted politely and waved when I got off my bus stop a minute later. I don't want to offend anyone, and she is friendly and means no harm.....I'm just not entirely comfortable with all these strangers insisting that they are my best friends.....it's not how we do things in Britain! You kind of have to be nice to everyone here though for your own protection- you never know who is armed and who isn't!! ( I personally don't think it's a very clever idea to sell guns in the supermarket......)
I got to my office and had just taken my seat when a tall lady marched in and quite frankly spoke nonsense for about 5 minutes-something about trying to establish the whereabouts of herself and being placed in a company and not having an address.....lots of long words spoken with the kind of conviction only the unhinged can truly muster..... eventually when she paused for breath I asked her how I could help her (call the guys with the straitjackets?) whereupon she fixed me with a steely glare and said I could NOT help her, she was merely here to talk about my origins.....the boss came out and asked what she wanted and she said she had no address or bank. When he explained that we were not a bank she said "whatever made you think I am a bank? Do I look like a bank? I can assure you that I am not and I bid you Good Day" then she slammed the door hard enough to make the entire wall rattle and was gone! Bizarre.
I kept thinking I had seen her somewhere before...and then it came to me. Of course. I've seen her on my bus once or twice. Once she was listening intently to her music, slapping her thighs and shaking her head to the beat, really getting into it, then I looked at her again and realized: she had no earphones on. The voices in her head must have been singing up a storm that day.
I have no photos of mad ladies, so I will post a lovely photo of my dog instead.