As of now, I can't be totally sure whether this applies to me or the loud, obnoxious lady that I had been talking to earlier today. Her name's Ms. Mandy of course. In any case, she happens to take her walks at about the exact time I take my dog out for his walk after I get home from another dreadful day of school, which by the way was especially so today. So I'm talking to my dog, and I'm quite sure he's annoyed with me, when out of nowhere Ms. Mandy jogs up to me. Hell, I don't even know where this lady lives.
"Jerry! Hey kid! How's school? Marist?" she rambles on, each time asking about school as if the answer is going to be any different.
"You know my son Joey right? A grade above you, I believe" blah blah blah.
I swear this goes on for like 20 minutes before she begins talking to me about this alumni who now has a son at Marist, Randy, or some shit like that. I don't really know the kid, but I reply anyways, "Oh yeah, the hot guy."