That...was fuckin' trippy -- a tale of one girl's weird fucking day (un partie)

So there I was -- standing in line at the bank. I'd had a bad morning. One of our patients had a psychotic episode earlier that morning, and it really weirded me out. One minute she was talking normally, next minute her voice deepened about three octaves and she was babbling incoherently. I fully expected her head to spin and to be covered in pea soup, I shit you not. I probably shouldn't be laughing, but considering the day I had, it's my therapy.

So to reiterate -- there I was, standing in line at the bank, when, from the other end I heard;

EVERYBODY FACE DOWN!

Excuse me? Are you fucking kidding me? A BANK ROBBERY? Um, aren't bank robbers supposed to 'quietly' walk up to the teller and give their demands?

Well folks, the Pennster went down in true pussy fashion. I closed my eyes and waited until they were gone before opening them again. Luckily, they didn't even come to my side of the bank. It was over faster than it began.

Part of me was shitting my drawers.

The other part of me fantasized about playing the hero.

So, um...yeah, I really wish I had that Hatori Hanso handy. Only in a Quentin Tarantino movie :P

I gave my statement to the police, but I mean, what could I tell them licking linoleum?

I need to write some Snarry, I think. Balance out the fuckupedness.

--P