On my way to the library before work today, a woman walking with a cane came across the intersection perpendicularly to where I was waiting to cross. She looked like she was saying something to me, so I popped out a headphone to be sure. She seemed to have stopped speaking, almost seemed to be waiting for my response, so I said something noncommital. I asked if she was cold, ha ha, it's cold outside, etc. (Actually, though it might just be that I've traded jeans for corduroys, it feels almost balmy out.)
Her response: "I don't feel cold because I've had so many strokes."
o.O???
Earphone went right back in and I all but ran across the street. What was I thinking? NEVER ENGAGE!
This is something dream-me took to an illogical extreme in my mid-morning dream. ( It features Christopher Lee but was not technically a nightmare. Who knew that was possible? )
Her response: "I don't feel cold because I've had so many strokes."
o.O???
Earphone went right back in and I all but ran across the street. What was I thinking? NEVER ENGAGE!
This is something dream-me took to an illogical extreme in my mid-morning dream. ( It features Christopher Lee but was not technically a nightmare. Who knew that was possible? )