A six foot older lady with long, dyed black hair stands on the corner with shopping bags at her feet. This is no bus stop. She stares me in the eyes as I approach, her gaze knocking mine to the pavement. I smile at her, frightened. When I am passing her, she speaks, and her bottom teeth are black. "So I'm lazy and I'm taking a breather!" she says, and laughs. I respond in kind, as I casually flee.