
So I had another crazy bus encounter, this time with a spaz who was all smiles, but was alone. He'd mime playing the drums and flail about, and kept saying "I'm a drummer! I get kicked out of every band!" He mistook me for a lady and said my nipples were sweating. I moved away from him, and other people called for him to get kicked off the bus.
So maybe being giddy all the time isn't really enough.
Also, I stopped by the Starbucks today and had a pretty good spontaneous conversation with two customers and two clerks, all female. The customers were complaining about the arcane language Starbucks uses for sizes, and I said it's not so bad to order a "Tall Mocha", or whatever she was ordering, because both orders are only two words, and word count is what makes Starbucks orders obnoxious. They agreed, and I told them the story of Excelsior, the coffee chain in Japan that is exactly like Starbucks except the sizes make sense. Then the clerk explained that there used to be two sizes, "Short" and "Tall", but then Grande and Venti were each added in turn, and then Short was discontinued. We all marveled at how languages evolve, and the customers left with their order, at which point a second clerk was putting out a display for the promotion where you can get a free tall coffee if you volunteer for five hours. I asked if there were any places nearby that needed volunteers, as I couldn't travel far, and she didn't know.
So everything turned out OK in the end.