Fruitcake Day

I don't know if something was in the water, but last Friday the fruitcakes were running loose. They did not appear again this weekend, thank goodness. First I come in to work to find out a flasher has been hanging around the past 2 hours. He had on a long brown leather trench coat, when it was very warm outside. Plus he had huge heart-shaped sunglasses, flip flops, and someone saw yellow Joe Boxer shorts with a tie. A flasher in boxer shorts? What a dork. My coworkers were watching this guy's movements as if they were watching a movie. He flashed a group of people getting their luggage and I heard a loud applause. He disappeared after that. A janitor told me later that a cop told him it was not a good idea to be doing that and move along. No more flasher.

Next, a car rental agent runs out of the bathroom saying there is a couple having sex in a handicap stall. A coworker went in to investigate and saw the shoes. Security was tipped off. We were watching the cop waiting outside the ladies bathroom. He called for backup and when another cop showed up they went in. I saw a guy walking by bewildered at the 2 male cops entering the ladies restroom. They got couple out and talked to them a few minutes, then let them go. Pooh. No arrest. I asked the janitor later to throughly clean handicap stall. He asked which one. A coworker called her husband and he said that if they fooled around in the mens restroom, they would had been less likely be squealed on. Whatever.

Then outside, one of the car jockeys told me one of his coworkers went into the ladies restroom to find a naked woman in front of the mirrors. She apologized and explained that she was going to a funeral, but didn't have anyplace to change her clothes. Yeah, How about the stalls lady. Now I wonder if that story was a lie.

I went to the Tulip Festival on Saturday with my sister and her baby. Poor baby. She must have allergies because she had yellow goo coming out of her eyes and sticking to her lashes, then a rash on her arm and neck. When she looked pitiful covered in dried goo from her eyes and runny nose, I had to wipe her off with a diaper wipe. She usually fights being wiped off. She must felt uncomfortable because she did not fuss at all. She smiled when I heartily wiped her eyes off. Poor baby. I'll describe my Tulip day later in my next entry. Post later. Bye!