You are the redhaired woman waiting for her order at the Placentia In-N-Out. I was eating at a nearby table, deep in thought. You rushed over to relay a message of consolation and encouragement, then ran off before I could really process the information. Did you think you could see a spirit or angel around me, or something? I was only thinking about stretching my dollars until payday, nothing more profound, but I appreciate your intent. Thanks for caring enough about a stranger to put her mind at ease. P.S.: If you do have a "gift" and can provide me with winning lottery numbers, I am at the restaurant every Monday night. I'll cut you in for 10... More >>>