There I was - sitting amongst strangers in the strangest of strange places, simply waiting for the strangeness to stop, but instead, things only became stranger. How strange? - I wondered to myself in discreet thought. But then I realized that my thoughts were words and all of the strangers could here me mumbling about the situation. They all turned to me with their beady lizard eyes, and with sweat dripping from their foreheads, with their drinks before them, and they all scowled in my direction as if I was the true stranger in this circus of strangeness. I thought about scowling back at them, which only made them scowl even more-so at me, but I chose not to. And after several minutes of cooling my mind to a low hum, the lizard eyes all went back to their circle of chatter - ceaselessly ranting on and on about nothing except themselves and their meals and their cars and their bills and their money. I became sick to my stomach.