This story fits in to a longer story about an exceptionally weird day, but I don't feel like typing.
I had recently been sick recently, but I decided to ride anyway. Hit the hill a little hard and I spewed in the gutter at the top of the hill. Felt fine after that, so I kept going. Few miles later, I get hit by a thunderstorm.
I had rain gear, but could only find a pavilion for shelter, so I'm soaked to the bone. I stop at Wallymart where I acquire candles and redneck NASCAR poptarts.
So here's the picture. I'm sitting outside Walmart. I'm soaked, shivering, wearing neon raingear, dirty from crouching down on the ground to avoid lightning, and I probably smell a little like vomit.
Someone hands me $5!!! He goes into the god/jesus speech what a few "I'm not from a monkey"'s thrown in for good measure. As he gets into his SUV to drive off, he points to his arm and says "I used to be a junky you know" I'm pretty sure he was implying that he thought I was.