Kooks

I had no intention of blogging tonight. I've passed my weekly quota of posts and every time I blog at night, I end up staying up way too late. But today I met someone that I just have to tell you about.

I went to the hairdresser today (Wow, is "hairdresser" the right word? It sounds so antiquated. Should I say I went to the beauty shop? The salon? Whatever, you get the idea.) While I was there getting my nasty gray hair covered a trim, an older lady walked in. She overheard me talking to Dean (my hairdresser) about Kai and how difficult it was to find the right doctor to diagnose and fix his problems.

The lady piped right up and said, "I know what you're talking about. About 5 years ago I was really, really sick. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with me but I felt terrible and I knew something was wrong. Then one day I just up and died. That's right. The doctors finally diagnosed me with "sudden death." They even wrote "sudden death" on my chart." Right about the time I was about to tell this nice lady that she looked pretty darn good for being dead, she said that the doctors brought her back to life. Well, we all know that I'm no doctor, but her story sounded a little questionable to me.

About thirty minutes later (it takes Dean a long time to color trim hair), the lady walked back up to me and asked, "Hey, do you need to lose weight?" Honestly, we all know that I could shed a few pounds, but it was a tad rude of her to pick me out of the crowd (I do live in the south. You're supposed to be syrupy sweet around these parts.) Before I could answer that I was okay right now, she said, "I go to this place in Homewood. They give you injections of horse urine every day for 28 days. The pounds just fly right off!" Umm, did I just here you say horse urine? You have got to be kidding. Whatever happened to counting calories?

Do you ever wonder how many kooks are in this world?