Getting Weirder Every Year

I was waiting outside The Lemont waiting for Elaine to sell me some mushrooms, when a sparrow-like mother of (probably) 40 strode right up and occupied the phone booth right next to the place I was standing.

Looked at another way, I stood next to the telephone booth. I was thinking, "Man, I can't wait to get me some mushrooms from Elaine." Then this woman walked over. In any case, she began to talk.

"Yessir, getting weirder every year now. Last year it was all the crabs and moonshine parties out on the harbor with the porpoises and the drugs. I remember yesterday, just the day before this one, when we didn't let our little swimmers out into the moonshine until they got their paws wet for once! Know what I mean? ..."

It was probably the worst conversation I had ever heard. Later than day, I successfully robbed a bank and died from a cocaine overdose while celebrating afterward.