stark-raving mad

riding the bus is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you'll see. the woman next to me held a metal serving spatula in one fist and a clear plastic salad spoon in the other. you could tell it was something unusual by the way she held them up in front of her and every so often clanged them together, perhaps warding off some unknown evil with the sound. she put them away once we'd crossed over the bridge. another woman got on the bus with a kitten on her shoulder. you see quite a few of those around here: people whose cat lives on their shoulders. it seems sort of magical somehow.