Tis the season...

for fucking weirdness. Thursday, while at work, I had these three things happen to me:
1. Ran into the uncle of a friend I had when I was 12, he recognized me even though he hadn't seen me in like 14 years, and put me back in touch with that friend.
2. Thuggish boy who looked about 18 but said he was 21 spent about 20 minutes at my window hitting on me and harassing me while I was trying to work. Eventually he began to walk away and then two seconds later he and his friends were in some sort of fight with a kid who works with me in front of my window. No idea how it started. Then they tried to fight with security. Then they ran. Cops were called, I had to give a statement, etc..
3. Was helping a woman order tickets for a show on the phone, totally normal call, then at the end she says "Oh while I have you on the phone....oregano is good for the common cold if you make a tea with it"
"Oh ok, good to know, thanks."
Then she proceeds to basically read a list of herbs and their medicinal uses for about 10 minutes, while I keep trying to get off the phone, but I can't really be rude, so I'm basically stuck listening to her. Finally, when she got to the part about about yeast infections and douching, I was like "Woah thar! OK gotta go!" and just hung up.

I'm glad I'm off for three days. Billy Ray Cyrus is playing a show there today, some benefit for Make a Wish, and it's sold out, so I'm really happy in particular that I'm not working today. Also I was fine last night and then woke up this morning with a full blown cold. Que. La. Fuck.
Today is my last day on the mountain, but now I have to drive down to my apartment to get my DayQuil. Then I have to drive down to the airport to pick up my mom and Scott at 9. Today is dumb, I'm already done with it...haha.