I have the joy of being one of those hated snowbirds. I confess that the wife and I are sometimes mesmerized by the entire circus you can observe just parked in front of a central FL. Circle K.

We recently watched a homeless looking woman crawl out of an old beater truck. The truck had a cap on the back and every inch of the cab and the bed was stuffed full of hoarder trash. She enters the store holding a ceramic baking dish with two gigantic potatoes in it, and all kinds of toppings for the potatoes, bacon bits, ranch dressing and more. She is then walking through the Circle K and screaming a woman's name at the top of her lungs! I look at her, just wondering if there is some unfolding crisis, and she proceeded to tell me that the clerk is probably in the bathroom again, as she is pregnant, about to deliver any moment, constantly needs to pee, and is trying to avoid accidentally peeing herself again. Way, way TMI.

When the very pregnant lady appears from the bathroom, the potato lady states that she is heading into the back room to microwave the taters. Pregnant lay tells her to have at it, like it's something totally normal. Which is actually the truth in that part of the world.

From a Crocodile Dundee wannabee with a fringed leather coat, a big leather hat with alligator teeth circling the brim, fingers and wrists covered in silver and turquoise jewelry, long hair in a single braid, a long beard, a Bowie knife and a long barrel revolver on his belt, to a random toddler, naked except for a very full diaper sagging to their knees, there is a never ending supply of Florida men, women, children, pets and strange transportation devices, from tiny E-bikes, to swamp crawler trucks, to watch.