Okay, so I’m a little under the weather.

Basically, as described to Travis, I feel like dog shit. Dog shit that got run over by a big truck and then burned in a trash can. Vaguely.

So I’ll make this short and sweet. Huh, that just got a country song stuck in my head. Weird.

Yesterday, while driving home from work, I encountered the following:

1. Three police cars (a total of six police officers) screeched up with flashing lights and sirens (one of them performed an illegal U-turn on red at an intersection) to…arrest a man who was calmly sitting on a concrete retaining wall with his lunch box. Not moving. Not waving a gun in the air. Just sitting. CALMLY.

2. A woman walked into the middle of the street, into oncoming traffic to stand in the middle lane and do some kind of jig. The police officers were only about a mile away harassing the man with the lunch box. This woman got to perform without their aid.

3. An SUV that had been driven INTO a home. Cause for several more police officers, a fire truck, and an ambulance. Oh, and a LOT of traffic.

4. A woman parked in the middle of the aisle in a parking lot, blocking at least five parking spaces. I honked to get her to move. She pulled out of the way, waited until I parked, and then got out of her car to yell at me for stealing her parking space.

5. A member of the Lost Boys. I’m sorry I couldn’t get a picture, but I was driving and I went by him too fast. Suffice to say there was much leather and ’80s hair and at least some makeup.

The country song is still stuck in my head.