One Stop Shop - Ta-tas; a Tattoo, and Taxes

I tried a different approach this evening to meet a stranger. I stood in our alley. And I stood there and stood some more. Mason even came out to keep me company and when he got bored, he brought out a guitar and started strumming up and down the alley. As the sun started to set, I began dancing while Mason sang some crazy made-up song about me standing in the alley trying to meet a stranger. After 30 minutes of dancing in the driveway and alley while serenading the neighbors dogs, Chris drove up with Gray. They both just stared at us. Mouths wide open. I guess it was kind of a funny site.....the moon was rising, a six-foot tall toothpick strumming a guitar up and down the alley, and a woman in a sweatshirt and pony-tail dancing in her driveway. Probably not the ideal conditions. Back into the house to finish dinner (meatloaf and rice).

Hhhmmm...where to meet a stranger??? I left it up to Chris and Mason. We ended up at Liberty Income Tax Services. I know you have seen their store fronts - they have people dressed up in the Statute of Liberty costume and stand out on the corner waving at cars as they drive. So I take a deep breath as I get out the car and go in. Two chicks inside. One looks to be about high school age watching a video on a laptop and the other who was probably late 30's sat behind a desk. "Can I help you?" I said, "I hope so." I walked over to her desk, extended my hand and gave her the spiel, "Hi, my name is Donna." She shook my hand and did not give me her name so I held on to her hand and asked her. "What is your name?" Sheepishly she said, "Brandy." Not sure why she was hesitant to give me her name since she wasn't hesitant to show me her tattoo of a flower that was across the top of her left boob that was hanging out of her too low, too small shirt. Just the kind of person that I want to do my taxes. Then over on the wall, I saw the costumes hanging and my next goal was to see if she would let me put on the head-dress. So I asked, "Would you let me put on the costume?" And she said, "Yes." As I motioned to Chris to come in, I walked over the costumes. I asked Brandy why she liked her job and think that she mumbled something about meeting people. I then asked her if she ever put the costume on late at night and she curtly said , "No." She said the costumes where for the "Market-teers." Oh is that what they call them?!?!?!? Chris calls them, "Homeless." She helped me on with the head-dress and Chris took my picture (see below...I added a photo this time (psst..I have no make-up on)). Picture done, head-dress handed back to Brandy, and I wished them a great evening and thanked them for being a part of my adventure.

What a great stranger destination...I mean where can you get ta-tas, a tattoo, and taxes in one-stop???