A crazy person approached me on the sidewalk. I could tell he was crazy because he was gesticulating wildly and yelling/barking at people both real and imaginary.
Made a quick assessment of the situation, and I realized there was no avoiding him. He was coming right at me, fast, and there was no easy way out.
So I decided to keep on moving toward him and make eye contact. He saw this, locked in on me and shouted "YOU...I'M TALKING AT YOU!!!"
Not good. But I remained calm, and I kept eye contact. "Hey. What's going on, man?" I asked.
This seemed to momentarily quell the crazy as confusion took over. "Um, nothing. What's going on with you?" he asked back.
By now our momentums (can I pluralize that?) were taking us past each other. He with a wake of hardcore crazy streaming behind him. Me with more of a sputtering, bubbly wake of a slight beer buzz.
I looked back over my shoulder at him, smiled and said "Not much. Have a good one, buddy. Okay?"
He, still confused, nodded his head and replied "You too!" And we each made our ways away from each other in opposite directions.
That could have gone a different way. I wonder if he thought at all about the guy on the sidewalk who gave him the barest minimum of the time of day after our brief encounter. I know I'm still thinking about him.