Calling Yurina

I made a friend today on the bus. She plopped down beside me and started talking amiably about how she was stood up by a friend when they were supposed to go shopping for boots. She borrowed my cell phone to call Yurina (sp?) then grabbed a handful of dried fruits and walnuts from a ziploc bag in her purse and put some in my "little hands" for me to eat. What a character. This woman was from Russia and I could not understand most of what she was saying, but whatever it was it involved feeding her cat, mushroom shaped houses, bleaching green corduroys, the best sushi joint in town, and her father against the idea of her becoming an actress. She was so animated I realized my intended destination was two stops ago.

So here she is, in honor of random conversations on the bus and just randomness in general.