Every morning, when I am walking to work at approximately 5:40 a.m., there's this woman at the bus stop at the corner. She is always leaning against the front right corner of the little enclosure, which has an ad asking if you've had your three servings of dairy yet today, and she is always smoking a cigarette, and she is always looking at me. Not just looking at me -- following me with her eyes like a creepy portrait. GLOWERING, even.
I do not like this.
I do not know what her problem is, but I assume there is one, and I'm not all that eager to find out. All is clearly not well in her world. I don't know.
On the up side, I filled out an application to get press credentials for the Senate gallery today. That was cool. I affirmed that I am not, in fact, a terrorist who is going to get paid to pass information gathered there to evildoers. Not gonna do it. I hope Phyllis (probably not her real name) isn't a bus-stop terrorist who will demand information about the Senate from me and then force me to accept money for it.
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