Biblical Groundhog Day

Bible lady again for like the third time in a month, bright purple bag, blood red nails, little hat affixed slightly askew. I think we are becoming friends, you know, the kind that don't talk or know each other's names. She's a damn middle seat sitter, thus inviting just any old person to sit on the end cap. No strategy, no game play, she folds before the hand even starts. Maybe the middle seat has some special significance, perhaps its holy. The Church of the Middle Seat. Hallelujah! Praise the MTA!