WHY do all the street crazies talk to me? Always.

I'm minding my own business walking to work. I notice the guy waaay down the block at the corner. It's about 30F out, and he's got
1. A baseball cap
2. A trench coat
3. Calf high socks
4. Sneakers

So at first glance I thought, maybe he's a flasher.

I get to the corner, and I'm looking down the street to the left watching the traffic, when off to my right I hear
"Hi"
then louder
"HI"
so (duh) I turn around.

It's 8:30 in the morning and this guy is TRASHED. He's a pasty white, sorta Irish looking, well-fed kinda guy, wearing glasses, eating a biscuit or something and spitting crumbs out as he's talking. I couldn't really make much out of what he was saying, he was slurring that badly.

But I got as much as "Did you see...adfkoiiichsoinigioo...I picked the color...airiiiingilllmmnopppss... the city painted those...#039980B...do you think...bakdrhioadflakdjg;lakd;ashfaldiccddid..."

The light changed and I said "Ok! Have a nice day!" and went to work.

Migraine season. ugh.

I'm home from work today because I can't breathe without it hurting my head.

Fortunately I have a whole new forum to keep me happy, because newsaskew.com/forum is now open. The new look is good, but it's still a little slow for the time being...

It already has 1000 registered users???