While riding on the bus, I was accosted by a junkie.
Now, this was no ordinary junkie - this guy appeared to be zonked on about fifteen different drugs. His eyes alone seemed to be under the influence of at least half a dozen.
He quite literally fell onto me - walking upright was not one of this fellow's stronger suits. Having fallen onto me, he muttered something about the nazi party.
"Beg pardon?" I asked.
"I want a dollar," he said, still slurring. I'll leave it to the reader to imagine what the gentleman's breath smelled like.
Obviously I was annoyed - how else should one be when one is fallen onto? - and checking my pockets to make sure he hadn't stolen my wallet. Then I looked out the window and noticed that we were passing the YMCA.
And I said "Young man! There's no need to feel down...I said young man....."