What is it You Were Taking That You Aren't Taking Now? She had to ask the random stranger standing outside smoking how to get into the bar. Fortunately he was right outside the bar, so his directions were free of confusing complications. "How much to get in?" she sleepily asked. She walked about ten feet into the bar stopped. Not for any particular reason. Just to sort of stare off into space. We watched from the end of the bar, bemused, and wondering if the bartender would serve her, or if she would even get around to ordering a drink. Our questions were answered about ten minutes later when she meandered over to the bar. "Can I get a Heineken?" By this time we were noticing that she had a goofy, almost disturbing grin seemingly welded to her face. The bartender poured her a beer and let her know that it was the only one she was going to be getting. She happily paid up, put a straw in the glass, and returned to wandering through the bar looking like an idiot. A very drunk idiot. We kind of lost track of her for a while (there's only so much time you can spend watching somebody do nothing) before she resurfaced at the other end of the bar. She had just walked into the midst of a group of patrons and jumped right into their conversation. She wasn't really saying anything that, you know, made sense, but she happily chirped away oblivious to the looks of those around her who had no idea what to do. We were well into a conversation with the bartender, largely ignoring the new found oddity, when another man at the bar slipped the him a napkin which read: "Watch out for that chick. She was just over at my bar and freaked out. She's insane."
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