Strange Woman Encounter

Strange doesn't do her justice.

This morning, as I often do, I bought a vanilla latte and sat on the patio of a local cafe.  A clearly British woman was moving about inside and out several times.  She made small chatter.  She parked her mongrel dog conspicuously by the front door.  It made it difficult for patrons to go in and out.

As we chatted a bit, she made it clear she didn't care about obstructing anyone. Full of anger,  beyond arrogant, she hated the U.S. and hated Atlanta almost as much.  Even her mouth made ugly gestures.  She did have some interesting observations about this country.  I wondered why she stayed so long.  She said she did dog rescue, dog sitting.  Her wire haired daschund looked anything but well groomed.  I began to wonder about her story.  The observations and conversation descended from there.

Long, blond straggly, unkempt hair draped over her nearly six foot body.  Her blue eyes were piercing and she looked more Scandinavian, Nordic maybe than British.  She mentioned Atlanta caused her divorce.  After chatting with her a bit, I could see why.  But it wasn't Atlanta.

She continued to dissect my conversation while I observed her further as she stabbed away at her pancake.  Then her mouth became more contorted. She mentioned her UFO experience, that she was of a higher vibration, that my conversation was anything but interesting.  The attacks continued and I began to take a closer look at this woman.  Was she a plant?  Hybrid?

She went on to say that her one UFO sighting a far distance away yielded nothing but negative vibrations.  "We hate you," they told her.  I could see why.

She asked why I was nice to her when she was clearly, "so rude."  I told her it was obvious she need some compassion.  Her argument continued.  I had a soft smile for her.

As I parted with, "this was an interesting, albeit blunt conversation.  Good day," I felt a strangeness come over me.

I don't think she was one of us.  Nope.  This beyond miserable woman would spit on anything that crossed her path. She fit the profile of a hybrid, a poor and unkempt version for sure.

Strange.