Post #117866 by tikifish on Mon, Oct 4, 2004 5:50 AM

Crazy people love to strike up conversations with me on the street. Which is sometimes OK, but other times, when you're not in the mood, it's frustrating. On Saturday I wasn't really in the mood, and lo and behold, some crazy guy sees me waiting at the streetcar stop, comes OUT of the McDonalds, and starts telling me random things about the weather, how he is always hungover, how Europe is a good place to party, how he misses his parents, etc. I assume he is waiting for the streetcar too, but when the streetcar comes, he says 'OK, bye, I go back to eat now' and goes back into the McDonalds... yes, crazy people love me!

I have also noticed that any time there is a long lineup I am standing it (say, at the train station) and someone needs to cut across the line, I am always the place in the line they must break through. I have determined I must leave a little more space between me and the next person than others do, hence looking like the pefect place for someone to break through the line with all their bags and luggage... scuse me... scuse me...