We were scrounging for cheap art supplies at Dollar Tree today.
Irene and the kids were in the art junk section, and I was roaming the store in hopes of finding something interesting.
The was an aging, african-american woman wandering the halls, looking around rather furtively, but, as Dollar Tree is the sort of place that really brings out the highest social strata, I didn’t give it a second thought, until, a few minutes later, near the back of the store, I came around a corner, and there, in the aisle stood the woman.
Correction, there squatted the woman. Her pants were down around her knees and she was urinating all over the floor and a display of holiday wrapping paper.
Was she pissed off (no pun intended) at Dollar Tree, or just insane? I hope to never find out.