I'm so hot

I swear that I am a nut-job magnet.

It rained all night Wednesday night/Thursday morning. As well, it was also predicted to rain all day. It was pouring when I was leaving so, I unzipped the lining from my trusty trench coat and put it on.

Around 1:30 in the afternoon as I waited for a bus it wasn't raining but still cloudy and threatening. It had also gotten a bit humid but, I had not become uncomfortable enough to carry the coat. It was at this point that a rather heavy young woman with jet black dyed hair walked up and stood at the stop. I had never seen her before in my life. Her tight black tee shirt had large white letters which read simply, ROCKER. Our conversation follows:

• Rocker: Hello, Sir.
• Me: Hi
• Rocker: How are you doing today, Sir?
• Me: Just fine and yourself? (I was thinking, "how nice she called me Sir and asked about my day...")
• Rocker: I'm just fine Sir but, I was wondering... Aren't you sweating your f--kin' ass off in that coat?
• Me: I'm alright, thanks for asking.

It was at this point that her cell phone rang and she cursed the caller like a drunken sailor over $20.00 she was apparently owed. I was warm now and wanted to take my coat off but did not want to give her credit for the decision. I was starting to sweat so slowly I removed my coat. While still yelling into her phone she winked at me as to offer her approval (see earlier blog; A Nod and a wink).