Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home

Today, I went to the bank to make a deposit for the shop. Well, I must have gone right after a huge gust of wind because all the squirrels were out. So I call my dad to find out if I need to go to the regular line or the business line (after I'v been standing in the regular line for a few minutes) and he informs me that I need to be in the business line, which surprisingly makes sense. So I get in the business line and I'm standing there, minding my own, when this woman standing in front of me decides to start talking to me. Well, I don't usually mind a light conversation while waiting in long line with a stranger. Then again, I don't usually stand behind this woman.

Let me first start out describing her to you. She was probably in her early to mid forties, she had really pretty red hair, she didn't look decrepit or anything, I mean, she looked kinda homeless, but middle to upper class homeless. She was carrying an empty one gallon jug of Kirkland brand water.

Here's my disclaimer: She is a very nice woman, I have nothing against her. I will probably never see her again in my life, nor will you. So it's just a funny situation, I'm not trying to be mean. Oh, and I'm not making any of this up.

K, so the first thing she says to me is how she shouldn't have drank the tap water, but she was thirsty and she had to. She said she normally doesn't drink it, but she did it this morning. Then I noticed that Brother Brownfield was standing in front of her, so I said hi to him and she asked if we were brother and sister so we explained it was just what we call each other, so she asked what religion we were.

"I go to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints."

"Really? Me too! I'm a Roman Catholic, too! But I'm done with that. I'm sick of being a Roman Catholic, I've gotta find me something else. You know what my religion is? The earth. I just love the earth. This world is going to survive everything, you know? Unless people kill it. But it's going to survive everything."

She also went on to say that oil is the earth's literal blood and we're draining it. She started to cry. No, really. She was so upset about people drilling oil that she was in tears. She also said that the earth is her daughter and Earth's name is Tara. Also, she started to talk like she was Jesus and then told me that I am God. She then started to cry, again, because no one understands what she's talking about (I really can't imagine why not) and that she needs to become a preacher. Fortunately, after about an eternity of standing in line, she had to leave me to go deposit her check, then did I, and was happily (and briskly) on my way.

Moral of the story: Don't drink the water.



Now, I'm back to work, so I can hurry and get home. I've got a hot date tonight ;) No really, tonight it's me and a hot bowl of chicken tortilla soup. Mmm...