Chronic Daydreaming Syndrome.

When I was walking out of the bookstore, a lady from some children's organization came running me down, yelling about some tax deductible donation. "If you do this, I can give you this, blah, blAH, BLAH, BLAH!" I had no money at all and said to her, "Sorry, I got no cash." She glared at me and walked away. "Hey, I'm sorry I can't donate to your cause that YOU probably have no idea about! I'm sorry I don't have money to just give away to some stranger!" I yelled back at her. She kept walking away while glaring back at me. I got in my car and started it up. I was about to drive away when I noticed the lady in my rearview mirror running toward my car. I was amazed that she wanted to continue this minor dispute. She then leapt up onto my car and broke my rear windshield! She cackled and screamed at the top of her already inflamed lungs, "I have the power to end you! I will take my legion and my lightsaber to the ends of this earth! I will stop you!" I stepped out of my car and realized that I already had my lightsaber activated and in the Sith Shien Reverse Grip stance. "I don't want to hurt you, little girl. But, I will do what I must." I announced. Then my phone rang. It was my mother. "Hey, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?" I was sitting in my car, realizing that I often daydream a bit too much. Maybe I should go to the doctor...