Driving Miss Crazy

I am an observant person.  It’s not so much of an inherent skill as much as a learned behavior.  As in I would have been a groovy Boy Scout or Zombie hunter.  Too bad I’m not a boy and have an aversion to the undead and making them more dead. The unfortunate thing is that I observe the kind of crap that is never going to do me any good.  If I were to overhear somebody recite their debit card PIN, there is no way that kind of information is going to make any progress getting from my short term to long term memory.  But if you have your bra strap twisted under your sweater set, and I’m all over that nugget of information.

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