So I skipped breakfast to leave early, and I've been on the road for nearly an hour and a half. I am less than 4 exits away from home. Can I scream now?

This morning on my way to work a woman three lanes over in traffic gestured at me to roll my window down. I thought she might need directions or something, so I did.

"Do you go to Meeting?"

"Um. No," I said.

"Are you professing?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, I love your bun!" (Since I was sitting down, I'm pretty sure she meant my hair.)

Like I said. Across three lanes of traffic. We were at a stop light, but still.

I have no idea what she was talking about, unless she meant a Quaker meeting (in which case, I have thought about going to one, but never have). On the other hand, to the best of my knowledge, Quakers aren't big with the professing and the preaching and the whatnot.

Right-o. Off to super-secret challenge fic of doom.

December 2015

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