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I was in town clothes, ready to go off to a dental appointment and did not wish to hunt down the slug scissors.
The dental appointment was OK but got over after I should have eaten, and I was in chatty mode, got involved in a conversation with... OK, here's the deal: over my life I have several times fallen across crazy people on their birthday who *really enjoy* talking to me. Today it got me on the wrong bus, so once again I didn't make it down to the farm to take a photo of the new bull.
We all have our roles in life, I guess.
Talking to crazies on buses is a humane act. I remember one old guy on the NYC subway with tears in his eyes because I actually listened to him.
I was busing years ago in Spokane and an old wino sat next to me, grossed me out bad, smelled to high you-know-where..but I was dressed up for a job interveiw, he commented that I looked so nice, I responded to him with a thankyou, and then he talked for the entire ride..about 20 minutes all the while slugging on his bagged bottle of Vodka (at 7 AM) and offered me a slug of it several times.
I declined, I said ,due to the job interview...