I don't even want to know.

This past Thursday afternoon, two women were shopping with an inflatable doll. I am not kidding. They asked me for cheese assistance. They were a little too proud of their shopping venture, I guess is the best way to put it, to believe they were serious (about the doll, not the cheese.) If I weren't so deft at the eyerolling, I might have asked them WTF was up. But, as we all know, sometimes attention only encourages people like this.

Later, I found out that one of the hippies that works on another team asked them WTF was going on. They didn't say, but they said the doll's name was Flossie, and that the hippie was welcome to shake "her" hand. I'm going with: they are psych students over at one of the universities doing some kind of paper. My alternate: they're going the cheap route before committing to spending thousands on a bona-fide Real Doll. I kind of hope it's the latter.