This is one of those conversations that just come out of the ether, ya' know?

So the other day I was driving and talking to my friend Stephanie about this woman who is the mother of one of her friends.

Said woman lives in Palm Springs and is a lesbian.

"And she's really angry," said Stephanie. "She's an angry lesbian livin' in Palm Springs!"

"That sounds like a Beck lyric," I said.

We laughed, but there was more to her story.

"She takes meds too," Steph said.

"Is she crazy?"

"Well, she's angry! Angry in a crazy way, I guess..."

"So she's an angry, crazy, pill-poppin' lesbian livin' in Palm Springs?"

"Yep. And she's kind of disabled."

"Is she in a wheelchair?"

"No, but she uses the placard for parking."

"So she's an angry, crazy, pill-poppin', disabled lesbian livin' in Palm Springs?"

"Yes."

"Wait!" Steph added (which she does when she gets on a roll), "She also bought Stephanie Powers' van!"

My head was spinning at this point. I almost had to pull over.

"She bought Stephanie Powers' van? THEE Stephanie Powers?"

"Yep. She bought a van that belonged to Missus H from Hart to Hart."

"What -why?"

"It's supposed to be a really nice van!"