*Really* Crazy German

A week ago today, I posted about a so-called "crazy German" who sat down square in the middle of a busy intersection.

Well, I may have found someone crazier. Today, I decided to take the bus into town to go shopping. As I was getting on the bus, I saw a crazy bag lady walking down the street, yelling at a group of young boys (about 10 years old, I'd say), calling them "assholes." I thought it was weird, but got on the bus, and found an empty seat...which was pretty easy to do, since there were only like 5 people on the bus. Then I heard the crazy lady getting closer and closer, and finally, to my horror and amusement, I saw her climbing on the bus. And she really did have to climb; she had so many bags attached to various parts of her body, I don't know how she moved at all.

And of course, as all crazy people seem to do, she sat down in the seat across the aisle from me. Figures. Though, I can't say I was too upset about it. Although she scared me a little, I think I was more intrigued by her, and was glad to have the opportunity to see her up close. She eventually got up to go back outside and try to chase those boys who were staring and pointing at her. In the meantime, some other girl got on the bus and sat in the bag lady's seat. So where do you think the bag lady sat when she finally got back on the bus? That's right. She moved even closer to me. This time, she sat in the seat facing me. So from Eichendorffring to Berliner Platz, I got to listen to her crazy ramblings about dentists. At some point, she was rambling about how lines in dentist offices are unbearably long. "You wait for hours and hours...and sometimes two!" It was quite an experience. One which I'm sure you'd like to share with me. Lucky for me I again had my handy-dandy Handy and was able to record some of her ramblings for you...though remember, this is Germany and this woman was rambling in German. So sorry if you can't understand it. I'd translate for you, but that would take too much time, and I don't feel like doing the work. =P


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**Edit: I'm not saying I didn't feel sorry for the woman. Really I did...but it wasn't something you see every day, so it was a bit shocking and scary (seeing her chasing after the boys and yelling that she'd kill them, how was I to know how she would react toward me?) but also intriguing.