eight; crazy woman
I came across that woman who told me I had an ugly smile today. I am sure that glare was intended for me, so needless to say I think she remembers our last encounter.

Strange how some people remember little things like that. I didn't even realize it was her until I was back at work. I suppose I'm not as observant as I like to think I am. Or I just don't care to remember things like that.

Moving on, I am thrilled to be having the day off tomorrow.