Odessa

I spent a portion of my rainy morning at the farmer's market. I love getting there on Saturday mornings, taking in the sights and sounds and planning something healthy to eat for the weekend. This morning was not ideal - it was raining. Not bad enough to make me scurry for cover, but enough to get me damp between each stand. I'm casually looking at the produce when I get poked in the back. I jump, just to get poked again. I turn, to nearly lose an eye to a spike on an umbrella being carried by an obviously oblivious old bat. And she was gone before I could complain. As I continued shopping through out the market, I felt like I was running a gauntlet of unbrellas.

Come on give a girl a break! Pay attention to where you put that thing! Or you may wind up with it wedged, open, up your ass!