Homeless Woman Looking for Steve

Our Receptionist, Cubana, is feisty.  You don't cross her and you definitely don't walk past her front desk without her "OK".  Cubana always has something to say and gives clients no choice but to listen and act accordingly.  So imagine my suprise when she comes to my desk, mouth dropped to floor and eyes as big as saucers.

"Did you just see that TT?  Oh, my GAWD, TT, don't tell me you did not see THAT!!"

Me?  I say, "Huh?"

Cubana drags me by my wrist and yanks me to the front of the office.  Slams me up against the windows to witness some CRAZY chick running out of the building.  Now, seeing people run out of an office building is nothing interesting.  But, OH MY GAWD is right on the money.  This woman had to be closing in on 50 (Cubana says no, maybe 30, but hard-care jonesing for an illicit substance)--she was stick thin and wearing skin-tight black workout pants, a skin tight workout shirt of a different black color, a white waist length white faux-fur jacket and her dirty, stringy brown hair was in two pig tails at the top of her head with red satin ribbons tied in perky bows (I never got a look at her shoes--I was too busy popping my eyeballs back in their sockets, and gagging at the "fur" coat).
 
Cubana proceeded to describe (and act out) this vision of "Crack is Whack" :

"TT, TT!!  Ol' girl comes runnin' up in here, looks and me and she puts her finger to her lips and shushes me.  She tries to get in my face and tells me, "I'm looking for Steve, I saw him come in here!" and she walks right by the front desk, I said "Can I help you" but she walked right on by like this..."

Cubana (who is a gorgeous young cuban girl who wears nothing but perfect clothes over her perfect body) proceeds to put herself into a wide, bent leg stance and sticks her butt out, places her hands on her knees and does this strange contortionist-like shimmy walk down the hallway toward the windows that are the entry way to the mananging partner's office.  She plants herself in front of his window (he is in there, having a meeting) turns herself, so her hiney is dangerously close to slamming into said window.  She throws both arms out in front of her and begins pivoting herself side to side almost chanting "I'm looking for Steve, I'm looking for Steve!"  I must admit, I peed *just a little* at the sight from trying to stifle my laughter.

How I missed this Crack Whore of Paradise, I will never know because, folks, my desk is just opposite of the managing partner's window (that managing partner is my boss, Curly).  Hell, I could tell you who he was having the meeting with and half of what was said in that meeting.  But I never saw this chick until I witnessed her running out of the building in all her glory.

For the rest of the day, every so often, you could come around a corner to find Cubana, hunkered down, spread eagle, like she is preparing for some sort of fertility dance, arms whipping around "Looking for Steve" to a very captive audience. 

I can't help but wonder if Chica 420's coat was ever stylish, it was REALLY ugly.