You know, I'm starting to wonder if the warm weather is bringing out the crazy people. There have been a rash of strange visitors to my work lately-- the guy with the lady's slippers, the old preacher who played his harmonica with his nose while clacking his dentures (did I mention him?), and that lady with the toilet paper doorag around her head...

Well, today this girl in maybe her early 20's came up to my desk looking for her sister. I entered the name in the computer to find out what room she was in, and while I was doing that, this girl started dancing. I mean, like really dancing. Booty shaking, club hopping, ghettolicious, to absolutely no music at all. I can only conclude that she did this for my own personal entertainment. Somehow, somehow, I did not fall out laughing. But I wanted to... oh so bad.

I love the crazy folk. And apparently, they like me, too.

Which is actually kind of scary, come to think of it.