Waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store. There's a homeless-looking lady in line ahead of me with a scarf on her head and humongous pile of stuff, like eight jars of jelly, etc. I start making fun of her, mimicking her. Checkout takes 40 minutes.
Kevin H's mom shows up while I'm waiting. She wants to know if I'm coming to the new philosophy class at church.
Checkout finally finishes counting up everything, and only then does the old lady say, oh, she doesn't have any money. She leaves and we're all pissed as hell. I missed my philosophy class and Cinda's wedding reception for THIS?