50. Mismatched Fate

We’re in Wales for the whole weekend. We spent most of Saturday morning at the town centre and rambling around Cardiff. I love my fans, but it’s nice to take a break from all the live events. Do I love all the fans, even the crazy ones? Well…do you think I should? Let’s have a poll.

When we were walking, Burbank decided to people-watch so that he’d have something to add to his list of noticed things when we get back to the hotel. There was a lady standing on a balcony. She looked, with all due respect, like someone who belonged in a home. It was like she was meant to be a bag lady, but she’d escaped fate. A beach bum walked up and she handed down a red t-shirt on a hanger to him. Maybe he was the bag lady, so to speak. What a cruel twist! I wondered how their relationship began. The only words exchanged between them were her saying, “Here’s a clean shirt.”