Seen and Obscene at Wendy’s

I was eating a late lunch is a mostly deserted Wendy’s yesterday with my squeeze. As I did so a rough looking man with a ragged beard and even rattier clothes entered the door and walked by me muttering fiercely to himself and glaring angrily at someone seated behind me. He then exited through the door in front of where I was sitting and turned to stare once again at whomever it was over my shoulder.

I finally turned to look at the object of this intense rage, and there was no one there. The man was apparently directing his venom at me! When I looked back at him, he put both hands on top of his head with the palms open in my direction, giving him the look of a deranged bunny rabbit. Then he began to paddle the hands back and forth on his head making me think he was trying to build up enough speed flapping them to lift off the floor and hover near the door.

By now, one of the Wendy’s personnel had noticed my strange adversary, and went outside with a broom to chase him away.

Being a psychologist, I have learned to recognize “special people” on the street, usually in a matter of seconds. Apparently this psychotic fellow had learned his own immediate recognition of psychologists.