C is for Crazy

The last two times I have taken the C home from school there have been crazy people in my car. Harmless crazy, but crazy nonetheless. The first one sat down next to me, making me uncomfortable, but whatever, I just go to my happy place, and when this baby started crying, he just started saying "Don't cry, vote for Obama. Don't cry, vote for Obama." At least the crazy people are liberal! The second one was just yelling about how everyone was looking at him. Not as exciting.