Making a New Friend

She wears a shiny pink hat and she stares at me cross-eyed. I smile, trying to pretend all is well and she is normal. She glares at me ferociously, proving she is not. I do not know her. She does not know me. I watch her glaring and staring and I burst out laughing. I cannot stop. Proving I am not normal either. We end up scooting to each other’s tables and become friends for the morning.