MARCI

Marci is from the south, the deep south, the deep deep south, Alabama I think. After college Marci got a cubicle job which didn't quite satisfy her so after a couple of years she moved to Atlanta and got a Masters Degree in some kind of Psych field. She is now employed by the state of Georgia and deals with schizos, which begs the question, who's watching Marci while Marci is watching the schizos.

Marci is a free spirit who likes tiaras, midgets and free beer night.

Things just happen to Marci.
The following is a fictional account of something that might happen to Marci.

Marci turns into a supermarket parking lot and pulls into the only vacant parking space. As she walks into the supermarket the city road crew comes back from lunch and replaces the No Parking sign by Marci's parking spot.
Time passes ...
As Marci is pushing her shopping cart back to her car she notices that one of her shoes is untied. As she bends over to tie her shoe her pants rip all the way up the back causing her to lurch forward sending her shopping cart careening through the parking lot finally stopping when it crashes into the parked police car belonging to the officer who is writing Marci a ticket for parking in a no parking zone. Marci makes the best of a bad situation by getting the police officer's phone number and inviting him to the next Free Beer Night.

Marci fully understands and appreciates the irony that is her life.

The above bio is based entirely on my observations. Any corrections or comments should be made in the comment section.