Some days I wonder if it is really a good thing for me to be out in public. On the other hand, it’s out in public that you see the strangest people, right? So I suppose I just fit in with the rest of them.

Scene 1: I was walking home from work the other morning after an exhausting night. I hadn’t eaten for hours and was trying to manage a yogurt while I walked (a difficult feat in case you wondered. Don’t try it). As I approach a middle-aged man, he called out to me, “Excuse me, Miss, do you know if this is Monday or Tuesday?”

Two thoughts ran rapidly around my brain. First of all, what was he carrying in that bag? Was it big enough for a gun? Yes, it was. But did he look like dangerous? Probably not. And he seemed to forget he was even carrying the bag.

The second and more scary thought was this I had not a clue in the world what day of the week it was. The offered suggestions of Monday or Tuesday only confused me further. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. Bad idea. “Um…….(eternal pause). Nervous giggle. Well….I’m not really sure either.” My brain had just forsaken me. Try again. “Well” and I took complete guess. “It might be Wednesday?” Pretty sure I didn’t sound too convincing.

He walked off as I pulled out my phone. Maybe my brain hadn’t totally abandon me. It was Wednesday.

Scene 2: I forgot something in my car (maybe my brain?). I walk out the front door and started to cross the street. No, I don’t recall looking to see if any traffic was coming. I looked over to my left to see a car stopped in the street. ‘Hmm, that’s interesting,’ I thought. Then I realized they were stopped to avoid hitting me. If I ever get hit by a car, know that I didn’t try it, I probably forgot to look. Hopefully this was a lesson learned, but no real guarantee on that.

Scene 3. My morning walk home from work. Once again eating, this time a doughnut. Please realize that navy scrubs and white powdered doughnuts have a distinct attraction to each other. I remember passing several people and maybe even smiling and saying hi. When I got home and looked in the mirror I knew why they were smiling. My scrubs looked like they had a very terrible polka-dot therapy done. Unfortunately, so did my face.

Guess I’ll have to stop eating on the way home from work. But maybe I’d rather give someone the pleasure of meeting that weird person on their way to work.