What In The World Part 2

FYI: Read Part 1 first

Now if this couldn't get any weirder, she goes and proves me WAY wrong. "Let's go to the back and talk," she says. What the HELL? What in the WORLD IS GOING ON HERE? Am I about to get robbed? A million things are rushing through my head. What to do, what not to do. I didn't want to do anything drastic because she seems like a strange character and since I was totally unaware of the reason she approached me, I didn't want to make a dumb move. What is it that she wants to talk about? Why would we need to go to "the back" to talk, wherever that was? I am seriously going into a semi-panic mode but I tried to remain calm to not freak her out as much as she was freaking me out.

"Look at that star." I'm looking at her. I'm not taking my eyes off of her. "That's the Star of the American Eagle. Bless it. Do you know what this is?", she says as she motions to the sky. I'm still staring at her. "Don't look at me, look at the star, right there...that one." She was speaking broken English and even though I could understand the words, what she was saying didn't make any damn sense! I am thinking to myself that I have a real nutcase in front of me and I better do something quick. "Do you want go bar and we talk about?" A bar? She wants me to go with her somewhere? I tell her I'm not interested in that, so she changes the subject and starts sputtering some random English out, and the words don't make sense. She notices I have earrings. She's smiling and says something about earrings and blessings. She's smiling and pulling on her ears. I fumble for my phone in my car. Where did I put it? She's looking at me, wondering what I'm doing, and I finally find my phone. "Are you calling the cops?" I should..I thought to myself but there's no telling what she would do. Why would she ask that if she didn't think she was doing anything wrong?

I look at her and tell her that I have somebody that might be interested in hearing her message. I grab my phone and call Isaac. Isaac picks up. "Isaac, come outside." "I'm at work in Daytona right now." Shit. "OK...I'll talk to you later." Miss crazy pants is still talking. She is now leaning on my car door and now pretty much invading the last bit of personal space that I had left. She pulls of her coat to reveal a Pokemon t-shirt, and starts talking about the cartoon as if it's a blessing from somewhere, a god, an entity.

I then cut her off and say, "Yeah. Let's go someplace and talk." She jumps in her car, I jump in mine and I head off with the senile lady behind me.

See part 3