Sheesh.

Seems I can't go even a single day without something coming up. I shake my fist at it. I think we're undergoing an invasion of cute brunettes. They find me, I don't know how, but they find me somehow. So she comes up here at base, me blissfully ignorant of everything but the truck I'm washing, talks to me, of all people, wants to know if someone was here, and there's this lovely, semi-awkward situation where she's telling me the 'camp name' of someone here at Summit and asking me if she's there or not, I can't keep track of all these different names for different people.
Long story short, the person she was looking for wasn't here, so she left. Leaving me grumling about cute brunettes and why the heck they want to talk to me. Do I have a sign on me somewhere I can't reach? I mean, really folks, something's gotta be goin' on here.

And at the coffee shop too! The girl was all flirty with me! Has something come over all brunettes suddenly?

*sigh* Busy day.