Stream of Thoughts

There is a woman who comes into the store where I work at least 4 nights a week. She comes in at the same time and all of us at work know her by name. She walks around the store, shops, talks a bit, makes her purchases and leaves. But she's in the store for at least 90 minutes on average.

What makes her do this? Does she come into the store directly from work? Where does she work that she can afford to go shopping at least 16 nights a month? Is she lonely? Is that the reason she comes into the store, for company? Does she just not want to go home? Does she even have a home to go to?

Tonight I saw her walking around the store and it made me sad. I had a great day up until I saw her and had thoughts inspired by her presence. The last 45 minutes of the night, I felt a strange urge to sit on the floor and cry like a little kid. The combination of sleep deprivation, a possible hormonal surge, and the presence of this sad lady tipped my emotional scale out of balance.

On a happy note, I got a free cabinet because we got new fixtures at work. They were just going to throw it away. What a waste that would have been? It is presently in the backseat of my car because it is too heavy for me to get out alone. Now I have something where I can store some of my quilting fabric stash. Somedays it really pays to play with the trash compactor.