I Need To Check My Messages.

Yesterday afternoon, a woman pulled up outside of work, in a old station wagon and parked for hours, alone in the hot sun. After a few hours, I went out and asked her if she wanted a soda, and she offered that she was waiting for someone, and her car overheated and she didn't need anything. I left it at that, and left work about 4:30 PM.

Ten minutes after I left, she called one of the other guys over, asked him some questions about me, and wanted my phone number. He took a cordless, dialed my cell number and gave it to her. I'm guessing she left a message, but I left my phone somewhere so I can't check. He said he smelled weed, and saw about four rolled joints on the seat next to her. She said she was also having trouble with her husband, and was out of gas, and was somewhat sexually suggestive. My buddy said he felt like dialing a number for an al-anon meeting and giving her the phone.

She was pretty, but dressed in ratty clothes, and the consensus is that she's some sort of crackhead. She acted like she knew me, after I left, and the guys wondered what I had going with her. I literally said about 25 words to her because I was a little concerned about her sitting for hours in the hot sun.

Life is so strange, and people are stranger.