zenexistence

Allow me to preface this gem with the fact that I wear scrubs.
Not 24/7 like some delusional psych ward inmate, understand, but I wear them at work.
I work for a surgeon, see?
I also have to walk a quarter mile from where I park to where the surgery center is along a pretty busy street. Normally I would have my iPod playing but I didn't this day because the weather was beautiful and I was just having one of those "commune with nature like a goober"-days.

Me: (walking, communing with little woodland creatures)
Truck full of scum: (stops on the side of the road, about twenty feet away) "Hey! Hey! (drool, slobber) Heyyy! Do you know where Smith Pain Clinic is?"
Me: (thinking) "Hmm -- nope, never heard of it."
TFOS: "It's one 123 Main Street, suite A." (drool, quiver) It should be around here."
Me: "Nope, sorry man, never even heard of that street."
TFOS: (peels out, speeding away, screaming at the top of his lungs) "What the f@&k good are you!?!"
Me: (waving, BIG smile) But, but ... I love you!

Oh junkies, you make me giggle.