The Sunday night specialty of chicken mole at El paseo on Olvera Street during Dia de los Muertos wasn't very good, and was served cold to boot. So I ate the beans and delicious tortillas. And of course I drank the entire margarita.
And then I looked over and saw her. Yes, look behind the woman sitting at the table. This woman is standing on a chair to take a picture of her food. This is proof, (albeit fuzzy, like bigfoot) that I am not the craziest one out there.