Shouldn't have been on the street.
Shouldn't have made eye contact.
Shouldn't have responded when she said hello.
My coworkers say it's a symptom of Midwestern blood - my particular disease. All these shouldn't have dones led me to a few painful moments with the crazy lady on the corner.
She had a bad knee (and I got to see it).
She had a bag full of cards from mental health professionals (and I saw those too).
She had a room that wasn't ready, no clue where she was or where she was going and a diagnosis of suicidal tendencies that she dismissed because should hadn't yet walked into to traffic to be killed by passing cars.
Me...I had no exit strategy.
I lied - I'll call someone when I get inside.