Queen of the Hobos and other amusments

I'm back in LA after many weeks in the Pacific Northwest. It is beautiful there, but the air is just too clear and the drivers too laid back. It was nice (?) to be back in a town where you can depend on people to not let you over into their lane.

I have a job as a shopper now. Usually I'm not a big fan of being a shopper, too frustrating. But I do get to see a little slice of life that is not usually offered to me. I was waiting out side the Marshall's Shoe Mega Store this morning. I was in Glendale, so I knew that all sales personel would be on high alert for studio purchases. I was mentally preparing my story about how me and my sister and husband were going on vaction and we needed lots of shoe choices, or maybe my mother is deathly ill and can't shop for herself so I go out and buy her the same top in three colors (with doubles! because she spills). But instead I found that lots of normal people wait outside stores in the morning. What kind of people? I have no idea what kind of person needs to be at a mall on a Thursday morning. But it made me feel good.

As I was on my way in a homeless man bowed to me; sort of like a victorian greeting. This has happened to me a couple times. I wonder sometimes if I am the Hobo Queen.