It finally slowed down and cooled off around 9:30, which is when I took my last break. Stephanie sat across the table from me and we talked about stuff until I decided I should go back and looked at the clock, realized my "15-minute break" had really been 40 minutes long, lol. Stephanie was like, "Nice." (I went to school with her, but we've just recently started saying more than "hi"). I went out and knew I had my work cut out for me, and I started it by the garden center since it was closed now and no one would be putting any more carts out there after I cleaned them up. This lady in her big van started talking to me, saying how this other van that looked similar to hers pulled into the parking lot and was following her. She said that everywhere she goes, another van like that parks in the same parking lot and is trying to switch vans with hers. She told me to tell my boss' boss' boss that she's tired of being followed so we better leave her alone or else she'll put samples of the tapes she has of us on the internet. I asked her who exactly she was referring to and she sat there and stared at me a few seconds, then confirmed that I did the signal. I guessed that I probably had done something with my hand that she thought was a signal or something, but I asked, "What signal? When?" She asked, "So, you weren't just scratching your head?" I was like, "I guess. I don't remember doing it, but I probably was, or cracking my neck... I do that a lot." She was relieved that I wasn't one of "them" and then she opened up and told me this whole thing about how she's gone all over the country and she just right now arrived from Arizona and likes Oregon so far. She said these people have caused her to lose her house and they're the ones responsible for all the unemployment because they're trying to take over the United States. She said she hasn't seen this group of them do damage, but they follow you everywhere and call ahead to places you're going to. She said that soon after she parked, another van very similar to hers (hers is a rare color she said) pulled into the parking lot and parked, too, and no one ever got out. She said they want to see all the tapes she has of them and are trying to swap vans to do so. The so-called "signal" is what people do to mark the "target" and she said that they just brush their hair out of their eyes a couple times. She claimed that there are 4 different signals and that she can tell who is one of "them" just by looking at them now. She said that if 100 people drove by, she could tell you how many of them were part of the group, and that 80% of Los Angeles are "them" which is why she moved from there. It's Saddam Hussein's REAL objective or something. She pointed to the lady in the similar van across the parking lot and she said that they get nervous when you point them out and that if the lady moved closer, she would be in more trouble, and now she's going to have to watch all night to make sure nothing happens. Well, as soon as we started looking toward the other van, it started up and drove to a different parking spot that was a lot closer, but behind us. I told the lady I was talking to that she should go pull into the parking space that the other lady just came from and she laughed at that idea, but did it. She got me self-conscious about scratching my head, too!

I got back to my carts and later on, the lady I was talking to drove right next to the other van and sat there a few seconds, then drove away. The van with the lady in it that's supposedly one of "them" was there until I went home. I was doing carts until 1am because it was so busy. Stupid John (store manager) put merchandice in the other card area now, so that's another 100 carts I have to find somewhere else to put, and another 100 carts on the parking lot before I pick them up. Well, I got hours at least, hehe.