Okay, I really need to eat lunch because I’ve had about 3 cups of coffee this morning, two sets of medication, and nothing to eat, so needless to say I’m feeling a bit weird AND wired, but I HAD to race to my computer and tell my peoples the news…
I was driving home from work (Yes, I only worked a half-day today—get off my back!) and I turned off our major 4-lane highway onto the little road that will take me to my home, when I had to swerve in order to miss . . .
Yes, it was THE GYPSY!
She was strolling down THE MIDDLE of the road, singing and playing her guitar.
Wearing her gypsy get-up.
I. Kid. You. Not.
Did I mention that it’s MAYBE 50 degrees today and sprinkling?
So what did I do, besides avoid hitting her?
Did I stop her and ask her what was UP with her anyway?
Did I take a quick photo with my cell phone for posterity?
Did I call the fuzz to alert them that their number-one hitchhiker was likely going to be at it again?
I just waved.
And drove like a bat out of hell to get home and tell YOU!