So... fun story. Last night I stopped by the gas station for a caffeine boost and some snacks for the girls. On my way out, a young lady pulls up beside me and starts singing to me (at me?) at the top of her lungs. Obviously, this child was quite stoned and having a piss. Half of my Autism screamed to run and hide from all the undesired attention streaming my direction. But the other half of my Autism just HAD to see how far this insanity would go. I listened to the latter and regret nothing.