Bou! You scared me.

There's nothing like a nice, relaxing night closing at the Bou. Oh wait....

There's always your fair share of crazies there. They alternately infuriate and amuse me, depending on my mood. Two groups of people, in particular, stood out tonight.

The first was a fairly innocuous looking couple who got tea. We'll call them Jim and Jan. As often happens, the woman was the annoying one. That is not always the case, I grant you, but often. Somehow it came up that I was home schooled. God only knows why I let THAT little gem of information slip out, because the same thing always happens. Jan looked shocked and a little horrified.

"How...long were you home schooled?" Jan asked in a tone of voice that could have been used to ask, "How long have you had leprosy?"

"Through high school," I answered with a smile so bright it could have blinded her. Just be nice, I told myself.

"Oh...wow," she answered. "How did you...feel about that?" She obviously had mental pictures of my mother locking me in a bedroom, forcing me to do school work, and shutting me out from all the joys of childhood usually experienced in school. Joys like riding the bus, getting force-fed disgusting cafeteria food, and probably, in her case, being picked on by kids who were cooler than her. How terrible that I missed that.

"I loved it," I replied. "I had lots of friends, and I could work at my own pace."

"Oh." She nodded her head, as if to placate me. "But..." she licked her lips, hesitating. "But were you still able to....socialize?"

"Yeah, I had lots of friends," I insisted, still smiling. Then I turned to Mike. "Well, I don't know, tell me, Mike, am I socially awkward?" He insisted that I wasn't. Jim looked embarrassed and observed that I was outgoing enough, and they sat down. Just in time for me to not kill them in a bloody rampage. Excellent.

So that all worked out. Then, my favorite thing happened. A group of four lovely women waltzed in eight minutes before we closed. EIGHT. The first one hemmed and hawed and asked why we didn't have any desserts out in the bakery case.

"Well," I replied, "we had them out earlier, but we put them away right before we close." She didn't seem tot get th hint, and then made me repeat all of our bakery options twice. And I was like GTFO!!!! And I almost killed more people. But that would have been a whole other mess to clean up, and I was already running behind.

And that's my story.

But as a parting thought, may I ask you ladies reading this, what kind of sports bra do you use? Mine really sucks. I have to like layer two which is stupid and actually rather uncomfortable. But hey, I did get a run in this afternoon. I'm sure the endorphins helped to quell my murderous rages.