Go sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.

Last night I popped in for a coffee at Bean Around the World on Main and I really didn't think anything weird was going to happen, except for the case of the "caffeine crazies" that was likely to develop after my first sip of Americano deliciousness. But I was wrong.

On the way out the door to the patio, Jess was stopped by this dude with crazy hair who was wearing some sort of hippie getup and holding a guitar. They appeared to know each other, so I didn't think it was weird when we sat down with him. He started chatting away about his guitar playing progress and was really enthusiastic about the whole thing, which I thought was nice.

Then he turned the focus of the conversation to me.

"What do you do Sarah? Do you work? What do you do? I'd like to know."

I gave him a sort of vague answer without telling him what I really do or where I really work.

"Ummm... kind of like... advertising and stuff, but not really."

"Oh my god, that's so great! But you know what? I really hate advertising, I think it's total bullshit...."

And so began the rant about media ownership and how advertising is ruining the universe and how we need to start a grassroots movement about somethingorother and BLAH BLAH BLAH. It went on for about 10 minutes. I did not say a single word. He just talked and talked and talked while I sat there, baffled and kind of amazed. I still have no idea what he was saying to me.

Oh yeah, did I mention that after about the 2 minute mark Jess left the table and left me there alone to fend for myself. SO THANKS FOR THAT.

ANYWAYS, when he finally stopped talking we finally made it outside to the patio where we got about 10 mins free from this crazy man. Just when I thought he was gone, he walked over to us and said excitedly, "Oh! There was one more thing I wanted to tell you. I'll make it quick."

He turned around to face the street and yelled, "FREEDOM OF SPEECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He started giggling and said "I love doing that. People really freak out when I do that. But it is important that we remind them."

Mmmmmkay. You just do that then, CRAZY.

So the moral of the story is, if you want to drink your coffee in peace, avoid the hippy guitar player who looks like Art Garfunkel with dark hair. You might just save 20 mins of your time that you could have used to ponder the significance of pocket lint. Just trust me on that.