Poison, Conspiracy Theory, and Roadkill

About twice a year a woman comes out to complain to us and one of our stops. She comes out, doesn't say hi, and yells at us from our door. She tells us the same thing that we are polluting the air and poisoning the old folks with our generator and that if we don't do anything about it she will call the environmental protection agency or something like that. I have asked if she wanted my supervisor's phone number and she declines. But this time she said she already had it and stomped away. (I doubt if she has ever called.) I have to admit that I am skeptical that we are hurting anyone. I don't think that we would be able to drive around and use the generator if it was evil. Also we were asked to come to this retirement community by the manager's office. I don't think they would have asked us if were going to harm their tenants. Sometimes our generator is a little stinky but it usually goes away or blends into the air and is hardly discernable. At this particular stop we park in a small parking lot with the buildings in the front of our vehicle and the generator to the rear. It seems that there is enough space that any smell could just go away and not affect the tenants. No one else has ever complained and the manager's office has never said anything to us. If we are harming people I would invite someone to do tests. I really don't want to be driving an evil bookmobile that kills people. That just goes against the image we are working for. Part of me wonders if she just likes to complain.

Then later in the day one of my favorite patrons came on. We both share an interest in dolls. She likes to go thrift store shopping with her sister and take home little orphans and fix them up. I have my big-eyed Blythe doll that I make clothes for. She has even brought me patterns for clothing for my doll. On this particular day she was telling me how her son gave her a book on space and planets. She said that wasn't her thing, she prefers romance novels like me. Then she told me that there might not have been a man on the moon. She has been to plenty of places in the United States that are barren and look like the moon. They could have just put a man in a fat suit and taken his photo. And she also said "that they make such a big deal about finding a rock on Mars, Big deal! I found a snail shell in my front yard!"

And then yesterday, I ran over some fresh roadkill big enough to make the Bookmobile bounce. It was rather gross.