The Barnes and Noble Weirdo

          I like to go to Barnes and Noble and read books, it makes me feel fancy.  I like to sit on their comfy couches and drink their expensive coffees, but what I like most about it are the weirdos I seem to always meet.

         If I sit down to read it's pretty much a guarantee I come home with a weirdo story.  I think it's something about my face that tells strangers "hey, that girl looks like she'd be open to hearing my theory about how all the world is populated by 3rd dimension devils, and if we don't start putting our muffins in our shoes, we are destined to live in cramped steamboats for all of eternity."

       Recently I was sitting on the couch in B and N when a strange lady sat down next to me, with no book, just sat down to be next to me.  I had a pair of flip flops on, making my toe ring visible to all those who wished to see it.

         As I'm sitting there reading I'm keenly aware of this strange woman sitting next to me with nothing to read.  I hear her saying something to herself, when she starts getting louder I realize she is muttering to herself over and over "RINGS ON TOES, RINGS ON TOES, RINGS ON TOES".  So there's me, sitting with my book in front of my face.  I slowly lower it to look at her.  Soon as I make eye contact -she was waiting for that- she says to me with a crazy gleam in her eye "You know what's GREAT fun?? Dancing on someones grave at the stroke of midnight on Halloween...that's great fun....great fun...." and with that, she smiles her creepy smile, stands up, and quickly departs out the door. All without me saying a word. At which point my friends, who happen to be sitting there with me and who have been pretending not to see what was going on say to me, "What is it with you, Kristin?  Every time it's some weirdo with you."  What can I say.  We all have our talents.  Mine just seems to be attracting odd balls.