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Just got home from work; it was slow tonight, too quiet for Saturday in summer. Everybody who came in seemed...on edge, I guess, like they were waiting for something. You know, like when there's a big storm coming in from the east and everybody's battening down the hatches.
Anyway, the one weird thing tonight. We live in a small town, something like seven hundred people, so things are usually unremarkable...but as slow as things were tonight, there were a lot of flashing lights on the road. Ambulances, cops, fire engines, you name it, it was like a parade all night. One of the cops who came in to pay for his gas, younger guy, about my age, don't know his first name...he was telling me that one of the calls he got tonight was for an older lady. She comes in all the time, plays her lottery numbers (08, 15, 17, 22, 25 and 42 on the Powerball), buys her hot chocolate. Anyways, he was saying she must have contracted rabies or something, because her husband was just sitting at the kitchen table and she comes in through the screen door and bites him. Bites him, can you believe that? I mean, this is a sweet old lady that I've seen almost every day for the last six months, and now I'm hearing she just bit a fist-sized chunk out of her husband's shoulder, chewed and swallowed it. How weird is that, Mal?
Anyway. Bedtime. Yesterday's spontaneous-cannibal-octegenarians aside, maybe today will be more interesting.
Anyway, the one weird thing tonight. We live in a small town, something like seven hundred people, so things are usually unremarkable...but as slow as things were tonight, there were a lot of flashing lights on the road. Ambulances, cops, fire engines, you name it, it was like a parade all night. One of the cops who came in to pay for his gas, younger guy, about my age, don't know his first name...he was telling me that one of the calls he got tonight was for an older lady. She comes in all the time, plays her lottery numbers (08, 15, 17, 22, 25 and 42 on the Powerball), buys her hot chocolate. Anyways, he was saying she must have contracted rabies or something, because her husband was just sitting at the kitchen table and she comes in through the screen door and bites him. Bites him, can you believe that? I mean, this is a sweet old lady that I've seen almost every day for the last six months, and now I'm hearing she just bit a fist-sized chunk out of her husband's shoulder, chewed and swallowed it. How weird is that, Mal?
Anyway. Bedtime. Yesterday's spontaneous-cannibal-octegenarians aside, maybe today will be more interesting.