On my way home from the Davis farmer's market today, I had the weirdest interaction.
When I arrived at the bus stop, laden with book and drink and bag of veggies, there were two people already there. One black woman (who I later learned was a Hatian immigrant) and one local-looking white guy who was ranting to her through a significant speech impediment while she did that lean-back-nod-and-make-noncommittal-sounds routine of someone who's too polite to tell a speaker to go away.
I sat down on the far side of the bench, and Mr. Shouty took a sudden dislike to me. I couldn't understand a word of what he was saying, but he stood up and instead of getting in my face as I'd expected, struck a textbook boxing pose.
I had automatically half-raised my right arm (complete with milkshake) to be ready to block, expecting him to come at me if I let my attention wander in the slightest. Then the Hatian lady told him not to fight, and that got him shouting at her. Which he evidently got tired of when she didn't respond, because he left a minute or so later.
A few minutes afterwards, we were talking about the weather when we heard the same guy shouting from up the street.
So, uh, what was that? Anybody know?