She said to me as we were walking thru Union Station last night on my way home.
“You’re an animal.” the stranger repeated.
“I am an animal?”
“No! Do you HEAR an animal? I thought I heard an animal, like a dog.” she sharply said.
For the record, she was on my left side – my bad hearing side.
Also when she first started mumbling – I smiled at her.
I get myself into more problems with kooks because I am a smiler.
My smiling either makes them feel comfortable in approaching me because they think I am a nice person; or they see that stupid smile on my face and think “Oh, look there’s another crack pot like me!”
Look mad – that’s the key.