Mr. AOL is NASTY. I get there and there is this freak walking around the parking lot with long unruly gray hair and an overgrown beard. I figured homeless but wondered why I hadn't seen him at the shelter.

So I go in, and he follows me, and I am like...YIKES. He says "I think you might be looking for me"....ummm...no. He says his name and I am just ill, so I follow him into this dank office that smells really bad. Stains on carpet, goodwill leftovers, and tiny basement-like windows. I glance around, dogbed in the corner...wth is the dog? No where...that's odd. I look at him, stain on shirt, no socks....ick ick ick....get me out, get me out. Waves of nausea. Forms, then questions. I am feeling really grossed out, but I am planted in the cleanest chair I could find. 40 minutes. He says "so for next week I would like you to think about blah, blah, blah. Here's your appointment card." ???? Wha? Did I say I was coming back? Oh, cool, I can leave. Run, Run, Run. windows down in the car gasping for air. I can't get the smell off of me. Time with mom...I smell, I smell, I smell. Finally home and shower, clothes into washer, vodka straight up. Should I call and cancel or just not go back. So icky. So very very icky.