Me again, I guess....
So I'm at the grocery store laying on the Thanksgiving supplies and grab a carton of eggs. I'm checking for cracked eggs so lift each egg in turn and, as I check it, say, "Omelette. Omelette. Cake. Cake. Cake. Scrambled," and so on. When I finish, I look up and there's a little girl and her mother staring at me. I give them a twisted smile and move on.
Five minutes later I'm poking through the frozen turkeys and talking to them. "I need a thirteen-pounder. Have you seen one? How 'bout you? Nope, you're too heavy. Ahh! Thirteen point three four. You will do perfectly. What's that, Mr. Turkey? No, I don't expect you to talk; I expect you to fry!"
And I look up and the same girl and mother are staring at me and frantically trying to find something else to look at when I make eye contact.
"Yep," I said. "I'm crazy. Have a nice day."