"And the wot-wot nine under salty agwa, seen?"

This woman was clearly delusional. Some of the words she had been sputtering were English, but making sense of them was beyond me.

"I. Don't. Understand. You."

It's a common fact that if you talk slower to people you don't get, they will gain comprehension.

Which is why the woman began speaking back to me, slowly.

She sighed in frustration, then said, "Rat-a-pills swack. Swack mon, seen? Swack all mon? Rat-a-pills?"

I shook my head. "I don't have any drugs, lady. And I think you probably should lay off them."



Aaaand that's enough for now. It's still forming in my mind, which is in some bad need of some rest. Man, today was long.