The gas station is always a good place to go trolling for crazy people.
In line at the gas station, 10am on Saturday morning:
Woman rams into me almost knocking me over. She wasn't that big so I was astonished at her force.
Her: "Sorry Ma'am. My kids are out of control and driving me crazy."
Me: Ma'am? You are 20 years my senior and blaming your rudeness on your kids. Hmmm. "It's ok." Weak smile.
Her: (to the kids): "Just get some damn hostess cupcakes or something - it's breakfast so not candy."
Me: Weaker smile.
Her: bumping into me again (I think she may have been drunk): "Uh, sorry Ma'am...it's been a day....baaarrruuuuuuppppppp!"
Me: No smile. Head cocked to the side - eyes wide.
Did she just rip a big ass burp in my face right after calling me ma'am for a second time? Yep, definitely drunk.