Fourteen chicken wings of fire.

I realize they are out there. I saw one yesterday. Them. No, not them but them. The crazies. Yes, they are amusing. Like the woman I used to ride the bus with, Gloria. No, the public transportation-not the short bus. So, the first time I met her, Gloria bent over with her butt 5 feet from me, pulled her skirt up (which covered her back), grabbed her ankles and started singing London Bridge is falling down. So, apparently, my work is somewhere in the middle of her route to crazytown because we've been seeing her cutting through the parking lot a lot lately. I heard someone cussing while smoking a few months ago, and looked up to see Gloria petting a tree calling it a mother*#&%$. In other news.....