May 14, 2008


I went for a haircut, and I almost ripped some elderly woman's door off pulling into the parking spot where her door was opened. She was getting a cut too, so we got into a one way conversation about how everyone she knew was dying, dead, or evil and out to get her. Although that sounds boring, she was quite lively about it. Her son apparently is trying to put her in a home, and his new wife, who is studying to be a lawyer (sounded like she had a low income job and she was going to the school for becoming a lawyer from the Institute of Internet fake Diplomas), is trying to scam her out of her money and put her in a home.

The most entertaining story was about how she moved into some neighborhood in 1950 something, but had to move out when

"the colored people started moving in."

She was 72.

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