Saturday, 31 October 2009

Random Crazy People 4

I should note before I start this one that there are a lot of people in Toronto that one might characterize as crazy for different reasons. Obviously, some people engage in erratic behavior due to chemical imbalances or alcohol/drug problems. I see a fair number of those types daily, but don't mention them on here because those are situations which I think should be shown a greater degree of pity and charity more than anything else. The only people I mention in my Random Crazy People posts are those who at least appear as though they should know better.

So, for your entertainment, I offer you today's random crazy person.

Scene: Riding home on streetcar about 2pm. Crazy man enters street car and sits in front of me, leaning back over the seat for a little chat.

Crazy Man: Mur mah nurm re ner.

Me: Excuse me? (he had a very thick European accent and wasn't speaking very loudly or clearly)

Crazy Man: Mur mah nurm re ner.

Me: I can't understand what you are saying.

Crazy Man: How old do I look?

Me: I really don't know. (he looked 50+)

Crazy Man: I'll be 50 next week. I look really young, right? (here he pointed to his face as though it were a great marvel and privilege to behold)

Me: ...why yes.

Crazy Man: Do you know how I stay looking so young?

Me: No idea.

Crazy Man: I never work. If you don't work you'll look young forever and be happy. I don't do any work at all. Isn't that great?

Me: I suppose if you hate doing work, that might be enjoyable.

Crazy Man: Yeah, I just sleep at shelters, get free food, and never work. You'll look young if you live like this and get lots of girls.

Me: ...

Crazy Man: Remember this. Don't ever do work.

Me: Ok.

At this point he got up and moved to a different seat and I recited in my mind a section from Choruses from the Rock:

The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,
Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant.

I'm a little worried that since my reaction to this type of encounter is to recite Elliot, I might also be a crazy person.

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