i lost my play button
theres this crazy lady who hangs out at smiths. shes really short, really old, and really crazy. and she hangs around at smiths for hours. she talks to the cashiers (and baggers) and complains about who-knows-what. i usually cant understand a single word she says. today, she was joking around with one of the cashiers who *jokingly* said "if you do that, I'ma hafta kick you out" or something like that. she got SO upset and started crying to another cashier and then (get this) sliced her forearm with her fingernail a few times. and you know how old people's skin is so thin? she started bleeding like crazy...someone got her bandaids. I've heard stories about her flashing people, too, and saying things like "if you think i'm sexy now, you should've seen me in my early days" (remember...this woman's at least 80 years old). she's insane...seriously. i seriously think she has a mental problem.
oh yeah, you know when i said "you'll never guess who i saw"? anthony hopkins was at smiths yesterday. yeah...i was in the same building as hannibal lector.
