That. Just. Happened.

Walking up the street today, I noticed a spaced-out looking woman in her mid sixties seemingly floating down the street toward me. She was rail skinny with frizzy whitish-blond hair, thick rimmed glasses, lots of bracelets, and she spoke in a high thin voice that was almost absorbed the instant her words left her mouth. Like some sort of cracked out angel. Anyway, she got to about two feet away from me and asked,

"Do you know where Muddy Waters is?"

And at this point I just don't think it was unreasonable for me to think she was talking about, you know, Muddy Waters. And, according to that Wikipedia article to which I just linked, dude has been dead since 1983. So given all that I had been able to ascertain in the 12 seconds this lady had been in my life (her looks, voice, asking where dead people are) I decided; this bitch crazy. So I gave her the kind of smile you give your grandma as she explains to you for the four-hundredth time as you look out over downtown that, "This place used to be alllll orange groves, faaaaaar as the eye could see!"and said, "Nope, don't know where he is. Sorry!" and continued up the street.

And it wasn't until I got into my apartment, unwrapped my burrito, and started to eat that I realized she wasn't talking about the musician at all. She was talking about the coffee shop, about five blocks from where we were.

I really hope she's not still wandering around looking for some coffee.