Day 15

Day 15

Today I'm actually in what sort of passes for The Ghetto (I note a watermelon husk in a ditch. Ah, racism), and while I'm parked in front of a church and checking my addresses I'm approached by a woman in a fairly nice business-y pantsuit. Only she's not wearing a shirt—or bra—under the blazer. “Can you give me a ride to get something to eat?” Nope. “Can you give me a dollar to get a piece of chicken?” Nope. Because of a glitch, my pay for working the previous day will go on the next week's paycheck, which on the surface sucks, but it's actually a good thing, because it means I can skip a day of work on this week. This was an odd day. I can't really explain in what way it was odd, but it was.