Saturday night got surreal much too early. I made another one of my “Monkey” trips to the same distant southwest corner of Charlotte. It was in that area that I got my lead story for the night. At 10:02 p.m., I got a call to go to a dive bar literally called The Trap. The woman I picked up there had clearly had far too many to think or speak straight. Before taking her home, she asked me to take her to the grocery store a block away. No problem, except she took a good 25 minutes, half of which was spent arguing (I think) with the cashier, and then was unable to find me on her own in a parking lot populated by 10 cars. She also told me the same story twice about how a tornado had recently come through the area and damaged her roof. I wish her well but it was much too early for that nonsense.