WIN!

Today, when I was leaving the gym, there was a woman of 'a certain age' wandering around up the block. She didn't quite seem in full control of her faculties. As I got closer to her, she turned and saw me, pulled out a blue sparkly recorder, and started playing. And then...she followed me up the block, Pied Piper style and piped me back to my house. It was awesome. And really weird at the same time.

I always wanted my own troubadour (troubairitz?). I figure this was the closest I am going to get. I wonder if tomorrow she will play me Three Blind Mice...or Hot Crossed Buns. I bet she takes requests.