After my haircut today, I was chatting with one of the barbers who is into vintage electronics. I was leaving, and he stepped out to smoke.

In the middle of our conversation, a random old woman walks up and interrupts me mid-sentence to ask me why all the stores around are vacant.

I pause--partially out of annoyance at the impertinence of her interruption, and partially to consider whether my thermal vest makes me resemble a commercial realtor--then turn and answer as if plainly true like the color of the sky, "Trump's Recession."

My comment hit this lady like Luke Skywalker dropping a proton torpedo down the Death Star's exhaust port. Her face turned to an ugly scowl.

"It's Biden's Economy!"

"I bet you don't realize that gas is down twenty five cents!"

"Things are going to be incredible come April, and then you'll have to eat your words!"

She kept going on and on as she stomped back to her car, but as she was facing away from me, I couldn't understand most of her words.

"Maybe Trump will stop the murders," the barber interjected.

She turned, thinking she had an ally. "You know how ICE keeps killing people? Maybe he'll stop that," he clarified.

She got into her car furiously. Slammed the door. Buckled her seatbelt. Started the engine. Then she shut off the engine, unbuckled, exited, and continued shouting. At this point, she was too far away for me to make out what kind of nonsense she was regurgitating, but she was passionate about it. Finally she left.

I like to think she's still mad about it. Kind of made my afternoon.

Anyway, let me get 48 hours on the clock.