your morning psychopath

there's a peculiar breed of psychopath that occasionally intrudes on life. this morning, being a thirteenth friday, i got one. waiting for the tram to depart the mountain view station, ipod blaring porcupine tree in an attempt to remain disassociated, a critter bounded into the coach & started talking at me. i pulled out an earphone & said, “eh?”

“oh, you're a frenchman!?” says the psychopath, thrusting his hand at me.

“no”

then he starts asking me if this is the shortest path to san jose. eh? what sorta stupid psychopathic question is that? i put my earphone back in, but the psychopath was not to be discouraged that easily. he talked some more at me so i had to remove my earphone again. he was asking if the 54 bus would be faster. wtf is a 54 bus? i said, “dunno” & put my earphone back in.

the psychopath bounded out of the tram & spoke to the tram driver. then he came back & sat down in the seat across from me & started talking at me again. irritated (more), i pulled out the earphone & said, “eh?”

“i didn't mean any disrespect!” huffed the psychopath & bounded down the coach to bother someone else. disrespect, eh? you gotta wonder what gutter this critter crawled out of.

he found another victim, one politer than me. sucker ...