It's Saturday and WEIRD Has Descended On The City
On my way into the office this morning,
1. I ran into a woman whose left breast was hanging out of her bra and shirt. I live in a slightly marginal neighborhood, so at first I thought that she might be mentally unwell, but on closer inspection I changed my mind and told her that a horse was out of the stable*.
2. A random man spat at me. I am entirely convinced that he was mentally ill.
3. I came across a man who was planting severed hands in his front garden. I'm not even kidding. From a distance it was quite disturbing, but as I got closer it became clear that they were prosthetic. And he was so utterly delighted with them (which is no assurance that he wasn't a serial killer, but it's not a great way to keep your weekend dismemberment hobby a secret, is it?). He told me that he was getting ready for Halloween... *nods* sure, sure...
*I probably wouldn't have told a mentally ill person that their boob was hanging out, NOT because I feel that they don't deserve to know, but because you never know what kind of response to expect and the general rule is don't engage with the crazy.
1. I ran into a woman whose left breast was hanging out of her bra and shirt. I live in a slightly marginal neighborhood, so at first I thought that she might be mentally unwell, but on closer inspection I changed my mind and told her that a horse was out of the stable*.
2. A random man spat at me. I am entirely convinced that he was mentally ill.
3. I came across a man who was planting severed hands in his front garden. I'm not even kidding. From a distance it was quite disturbing, but as I got closer it became clear that they were prosthetic. And he was so utterly delighted with them (which is no assurance that he wasn't a serial killer, but it's not a great way to keep your weekend dismemberment hobby a secret, is it?). He told me that he was getting ready for Halloween... *nods* sure, sure...
*I probably wouldn't have told a mentally ill person that their boob was hanging out, NOT because I feel that they don't deserve to know, but because you never know what kind of response to expect and the general rule is don't engage with the crazy.