The Singing Lady

For years I have heard the singing lady. She sits in the alley between my house and the apartment building next door. I wave and say hello when I am walking by with my dogs. She's a large woman. The phone is always propped up on a tripod in front of her when she talks. I have seen her out there under a big black umbrella in the rain. She sings wildly out of tune. When I am in bed or in my office I'll grumble and run my box fan to blot her out.

The other day I saw a woman coming down the sidewalk in a motorized wheelchair. I noticed she had a missing leg cut off at the calf. And she was singing wildly out of tune. It was her! The singing lady!