There was a couple I recognized; when I walked past the cafe to use the restroom, there they were. For several years now, I have seen them when I wrap up books.
I don't know what the attraction is. Do they come in to read the magazines for free? Do they come in because it's a warm place in the winter? I didn't look too closely, but I assume the male half of the couple was drinking coffee or tea in the cafe. All I saw the female doing was talk. Loudly.
|photo by weirddollz|
To describe their clothing choices or their appearance would not do them justice. They both have the look, however. You can tell, just by a quick glance, that they are a bit "off." (He has the oddest-looking, longish wig...at least I am praying it is a wig.)
Mentally ill? On the brink of homelessness? Just a bit mentally retarded? I wasn't sure.
As they were heading out the door, they stopped at my table. She wanted to go home. "I'm feeling a bit peckish," she said.
Geeze Louise! I've never heard anyone use that term. It's from another century; I've seen it in ancient books, but uttered from a mouth in 2010? How weird!
She then playfully grabbed the donation box--full of dollar bills---and said, "Thanks for the donation!" Catching my eye, she put it down, and they walked out the door.