Are You Talkin' To Me?

I'm walking along tonight, minding my own business, and I pass a house where I see a lady standing in her front yard. She's smoking a cigarette, holding a cell phone and has a really, really big bottle of liquor. Not my business, right? For all I know she's just cleaning up after the party I apparently missed. As I am passing by, I hear her start to yell. When I'm a bit past her, I turn around to see the commotion. One can't help but see the train wreck, right? Right. I realize, as I turn, it appears she is looking my way. I look around, casually, to note there is absolutely no one else around. She's yelling at me? Her volume gets louder as she got eye contact. I'm all the way on the other side of the street, and she's seriously yelling at me in this quiet neighborhood.

I had the iPod on at a volume level loud enough that I didn't make out a single word she said. She could have been trying to tell me that Freddy Krueger was coming up behind me and I'd be so shredded into little bits, because I wasn't stopping to find out. Crazy lady with a huge bottle, probably a decent buzz and apparently a big attitude? Uh... right.