So I was coming home last night at like 1:40 a.m. and I'm walking up my street. And I see this person, way up ahead, walking in the middle of the road. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman from this distance. It looks like the figure is starting and stopping, starting and stopping. I get a little closer and see that the person is holding an open book and reading. And it's a woman. And she's not just 'not a bum' but actually well-dressed. A little black skirt on jeans, new jacket, sort-of-funky-oh-cool-you're-30 hat and really tidy hair. And she is about 30. And she's talking to herself. At first I think she's reading the book out loud, but she's not. She's singing little bits of a song. Is she drunk? She must be drunk. But how drunk would this tidy 30 year old woman have to get before walking down the middle of the road reading and singing to herself? Pretty drunk. Her walk is a sort of crooked, like a drunk person, but also just like a person reading and walking at the same time. And she was wearing lifted shoes that made a clip, clop sound with every step. It was so surreal. After she passed I actually thought about speaking to her. Try to find out if she's drunk or crazy or just had a recent emotional explosion or something. But I didn't.