Strange Lady...

OK, so I'm sitting in my favorite boba house as usual last night. This woman who looks either Asian or Native American comes in and orders a coffee. She gets it served to her in one of those cardboard/paper cups with the protector-ring-thingy around it. She sits down at a table by the door, almost in my direct line of sight. I don't really pay attention to her at all after that, but then about a half-hour later, I notice this repetative tapping sound. I look around and see this strange lady is tapping her nearly empty coffee cup on the table rapidly, over and over... and over and over. I'm a bit OCD, so repeating sounds like that get under my skin. I put on my headphones to deal. I crank up the volume on my iPod and that does the trick.

Roughly thirty minutes later, I notice her with her arms crossed with one hand in front of her throat. She's now tapping at her throat the way she was tapping her cup. This is easy enough to ignore so, I do.

Suddenly, I don't know how much later, she just jumps up and leaves the boba house. She throws something in the garbage can outside the place and then moves off toward the corner. I notice she's left a little handbag next to her coffee cup on the table she was sitting at. I then have this absolutely absurd flash that she's some sort of terrorist and has just left a bomb in the boba house. Absurd, I know, but that's what I thought. I got even more concerned when I saw her crossing the street quickly, walking away from the corner the boba house isn't far from. I then debated what I should do. Tell the owner of the boba house? Pick up the bag and throw it away, myself? What if it WAS a bomb? It would probably blow up in my face if I tried to move it.

Then I let my natural instincts as a jaded American take over and convince me that it was nothing.

About fifteen minutes later, the strange lady returns, unzips the bag, places a little Bic brand lighter in it, zips it back up and sits down. She takes a sip from her now hour+ old coffee and just stares off into space for another thirty minutes or so.

Seriously. She didn't bring anything to read and no one was with her.

Finally, I didn't notice the time, she got up and left, this time with her bag.

So, I'm sitting in my favorite boba house this evening and guess who comes back in?

Yep, the strange lady. This time she orders a shaved ice with some sort of fruit on top. She sits down at a different table from last night. Then when her table from last night opens, she slides in so quickly, when the last guy who sat there stopped to make sure he hadn't left anything behind, she was already sitting there.

Easily a half-hour passes and then I notice she's talking to herself. Literally. She's not even sitting anywhere near anyone. She's just chattting up a storm with no one at all. She's not speaking loudly enough for me to hear what she's talking about, but it would be clear to anyone in the boba house that she was talking to herself.

Then, apparently, her imaginary friend tells a really funny one because she BUSTS out laughing and keels over on the cushioned bench she was sitting on. She then proceeds to giggle like her witty boyfriend has just conjured the witiest of witty jokes. She's laughing so hard that I look at her along with at least a couple other people. She then turns toward the window and holds her shaved ice cup up in front of her face as though it will completely hide the fact that she's now silently laughing her ass off.

At 10:21, about twenty minutes later, she's stopped laughing, but she's still sitting there like she was last night, all by herself with nothing to do.

Like I said... strange lady...

STRANGE LADY UPDATE 10:38PM: She just finished strumming a small pillow while holding it close to her ear as though she were tuning it like a violin.

STRANGE LADY UPDATE 11:02PM: She's now tuning her little bag like a violin and smiling brightly as she does it. What is up with this lady???