I need a lot of sleep... I would say realistically 10 hours a day. For real.
Today I slept from around 11 to a little before 1 and then got up, a little groggy, and went to the CVS to pick up a witches brew of serotonin and histamine drugs for myself. I'm working on a lineup like the photo below, with my own bottles from the same CVS.
At the pharmacy counter, two women were giving out flu shots; a young and very beautiful African-American woman with long hair and an older and heavier white woman in a housecoat. As I got up to the counter, a crazy old woman in a blond wig and a tube top under an open sweater, probably in her late 70s, was harassing the flu shot givers and going at the housecoat shot giver.
(Please note that while the tube top wearer's look was interesting, and is far cry from the dominate look among over 70 South Philly women (housecoat, rolled down socks and scuffs), a tube top in any age group here is not such an atypical look that one would think "She's crazy!")
Here are some of the quotes I heard from crazy tube top...
"You're a fucking fat pig!" "You need to lose that weight, you're fat" and "You look like a fat piece of shit." Oh my GOD, this lady was out of her fucking mind!
The housecoat flu shot giver was saying "Thank You!" and laughing but the woman who was receiving the flu shot at that moment was NOT amused and neither was the other flu shot giver.
As a matter of fact, the young flu shot giver told me that this same crazy tube top woman had hovered around them when they were at the Pathmark, cursing and harassing them, and the young flu shot giver had to tell her to leave or she would call the cops. And she said that the crazy lady had parked next to them in the Pathmark parking lot...which prompted a young Hispanic man getting an injection right into the tattoo on his left bicep to say with real shock, "She can drive?!?!" and the young flu shot giver said "Mmmmhmm, and she can follow the same route that brought her to that parking spot right back out."
So the housecoat flu shot giver was administering a shot to a old woman who had a hairdo much like my late Aunt Midge, hardly any hair, practically bald, but the little that's there is high and styled like a cocoon that's just begun to be spun, allowing a person to see right through it. The little bit of hair this lady had was dyed jet black. Leaving with my giant bag of pills, I heard housecoat flu shot giver say, "I've got diabetes and they think I might have uterine cancer" to the woman as she was swabbing her injection site with an alcohol pad...the woman with the black see through hair grabbed her arm, hard, and said, "It'll all work out, Hon."
When I turned up the hair aisle, the crazy harassing tube top lady was standing with a NUN IN FULL HABIT! Obviously, I took a photo with my cell phone immediately. And I almost went back to show the flu shot givers, but decided they'd had enough of this lady. I eased past the nun pretending to look at shampoos and heard crazy harassing tube top lady say to the nun, "When G-d brought me back..." They were holding hands super tight and the nun gave me a look of long suffering with a little bit of "help me!" in it. So much for patience of a saint.
At the front of the store, two women in line were hugging each other as tight as the nun and crazy tube top were holding hands. They were hugging and rocking back and forth with great joy and speaking in Spanish.
And the cashier turned and yelled to someone I couldn't see in the makeup aisle, "Don't give me a dirty look! You're getting chicken cutlets now!"