On my way home from therapy, I stopped at my bank branch to find the doors locked; they had a robbery or a robbery attempt this morning. I'll check back later in the day. This is the second one in the past 2-3 years. Given that last night's MAJOR CRIMES, which had a wonderful Santa production number, was about a bank robbery, I found it all rather timely.
On the bus, there was a deranged black lady sitting in front of me. Since it's so warm, I wore shorts to therapy, and the first thing she asked me was, Are you from Switzerland? I flippantly answered yes and shed then proceeded to rattle off questions: are you going back today? tomorrow? I answered soon, and tried to ignore her, so she rattled on to no one about anything, then asked a man who boarded the bus what size shoes he wore, then she threw something at a man with a cello case who was sitting across the aisle, who told her not to do it again. She went back to talking to no one until we reached 88th Street when she got off the bus. How do the crazies know where they are going?
