Crazy

"dkjakjhkjhlk skdhflkha  kdhfkhaldfh loooooocoooooo" Loco is the only word I recognize from the voice behind me.

"Ya musta ve craaazy."

 I'm the only English speaker in the grocery store. My purchases include: bread, cheese, salami, Coke Zero and a bottle of whiskey (for Halloween of course).

"Ya musta veeeee craaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzy."

I look at the clerk. She's cringing and throwing me sympathetic glances.

I turn around to scope out my accuser. He has wild, grey hair and dirty skin. His hands are empty and appears to be DOING NOTHING but watching people pay for their food. He's swaying just enough for it to be noticeable. I look at his pants. Faded, dirty and his zipper is wide open.

I turn back around. Yeah dude. I'm crazy.