Do you remember Angela, the Taco Lady from my last post? The one who stabbed her boyfriend because he couldn't produce the promised comestibles? Or so she said, although it turned out to be more about him refusing to participate in a threesome with her and the neighbor lady, rather than a dearth of Mexican food.
Angela came to see me today.
Believe it or not, she is unemployed. I began to question her about looking for work. She receives disability for "mental issues", but can still work part time. Paying for probation and paying off her bail bond, in addition to keeping a roof over her head, is going to take some doing. She's going to need a part-time job.
When I presented her with that fact, her eyes widened with simulated horror.
"I can't! I just can't do that!" she said, gasping for a panicky breath.
"What's stopping you?"
"I have agoraphobia! I can't be around people - I don't do crowds!"
As God is my copilot, so to speak, I did not say the first thing that popped into my head: 'Since when is three NOT a crowd?!'