She was sobbing, screaming, and wandering around with no purpose.
"TAYLOR, WHERE ARE YOU?!??!?"
Ooooookay, I thought. This woman is obviously in distress. So, being the good Samaritan that I am, I pulled over and approached her (albeit quite cautiously).
"Do you need help?" I asked, thinking that her child or her dog had wandered off or something.
"Ohh . . . oh, I don't know," she said, looking around. "I lost my boyfriend, I don't know where he is."
I paused. I mean, what was I supposed to say to that? She was having a freaking meltdown -- on the other hand, if her boyfriend was anywhere within a two/three-block radius, he would've heard her. Also, how do you lose your partner on an uncrowded sidewalk???
I asked if she'd tried calling his phone. It turned out they're from out of town, and don't have cell phones. I asked if they were staying with friends; maybe we could try calling them. No, they weren't. She said that it was okay, that she'd find him somehow. She wandered off, looking forlorn.
It was kinda sad, kinda weird.
And very, very random.