I'm walking down the hall at work thinking about my next meeting and how not to embarrass myself at it. How not to make a total fool out of myself. Again. It is just then that she walks by me and whispers "I know". "What?", I turn and say, but she is gone, down a hall, into the restroom, into thin air, I don't know where. I wonder how she knows, but I think she must have known all along. It's the crazy ones who get to me. Especially the crazy, hyper smart, hyper thin ones. I'm not sure why this is. I guess because I know the hyper thin is caused by the hyper smart and the hyper smart is just a façade for the crazy. This, and if they are crazy, then I will seem sane. So sane that I am interesting to the crazy ones. Until they get to know me and realize what you already know from reading this, that I'm the nut in the basket of eggs. Or perhaps, and I think this often, not that crazy ones appeal to me, it's just than normal people bore me to death. It's not that normal people are in black and white vs. the color of the crazy ones, it's more like normal people are white light and I can't see them at all. So, now it's confirmed that she "knows" and I can't live in denial anymore. I wonder why she felt compelled to tell me, this is the question. If I knew she knew and she knew I knew she knew, then what is the point anyway? I just stepped into the elevator. I'm looking down like I always do and I see her small shoes moving fast trying to catch a ride. Do I hit the close button, or open? I hit open, she angles in even though I'm the only other person in the elevator. I press P for parking and stand back. She turns, faces me, stands very close, and looks up at me. I feel her breath. I notice a tiny bit of facial hair. "I know about her", she says, and she turns and walks out of the elevator. The door closes, I am still inside. Now, why did she have to go and say that? The elevator vaults upward, I exit on the second floor, and race down the stairs. I reach the garage and see just entering her white prius. Ugly car. "Wait!", I yell. Well, not out load, that isn't me. Rather, I run to her car and pound on the window. She lowers her window. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Just thought you should know since, you know, I'm one of them", she says I do not need to look at her sunken eyes again, I knew she was one of them from the first moment we met. "How?" "The tape", she says, and she backs up and drives away. Always that tape.