Mary and I were walking the other night, discussing the merits of bath time and I invoked an Eddie Izzard reference ("splashy-splashy, sexy-sexy") only to find myself facing a grimacing older fellow who was muttering at us. As we passed him, we realized he was muttering about us being filthy sappers and other such things. He was obviously drunk but he was clearly bothered by our conversation, although I am not sure what he heard because I wasn't aware of him until immediately after the Eddie Izzard reference.
Mary and I laughed until we got to her apartment mostly because we couldn't figure out what was so upsetting for him. I've had many more vivid conversations on the street without getting remotely as interesting (or angry) a reaction out of passers-by.
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