This old guy leaned over towards me. I made the mistake of making eye contact.
"It's a blessed day," he said.
"Sure is," I replied.
"What's your nationality?" he asked. This was an odd question, but I went ahead and said "Russian."
"Oh," he said. "Like that guy. From World War II." He made motions with his finger to indicate a Hitler-style mustache.
"No, the Russian guy was Stalin," I said.
"MM hmm." said the guy. "I know. I watch the History Channel."
He then held up a heavily-worn copy of "The Passion of the Christ."
"Have you seen this DVD?" he asked.
"That's a videocassette," I replied.
He then began to kiss the picture of Jesus on the cover. Passionately, if you'll excuse the pun.
"Oh, look," I said. "Here's my stop."
It was a nice day for walking.