I never imagined that I would say that and mean it. Ever. But yesterday it happened.
Dave saw a news item about a shantytown on a nearby lake that is an art exhibit. We were in that area on our errands yesterday so we stopped to check it out. As it turns out the exhibit is only open on weekends and we walked in on someone's house.
Yup, she was living there.
She was living in a dwelling that was round and designed to look like a giant teacup. On ice.
And she was wearing a grayish, costume beard. Seriously. I couldn't make this up.
She was in her twenties, sitting on a counter of sorts, opposite the bed. The only other things we could see was the shelf of canned items, including grains and pickles, all labeled.
And she was smoking something. I think I'll call her Alice.
What a funny day.
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