Ugh......some guy was wound up a little too tight, and he didn't like that I was giving him 'smart apple' answers to his questions.
     It was hard to take him seriously since he just came into the bar to use the bathroom, so I don't know what his problem was.
     He actually held out his hand, and wanted some of my peanuts.
     I said, "I'm not going to give you any, I don't even know you."
     Maybe the guy felt that I was dissing him, but I'm not going to give a stranger who walks up to my table my peanuts.  'F' him.  I felt he was rude.
     He looked like the kind of guy who used the bathroom just to tag it, and that happens all the time.
     Sure enough, I went into the bathroom later, and there was a new tag in there.
     I'm not a big fan of graffiti people.  I think most of their 'work' sucks.

     Marcus fell asleep at the bar again.
     The Drunken Woman forced me to listen to her again.
     The WonderMan of Depression made my innards turn inward upon sight of him.

     Other than that, everything was hunky dory.  It was peachy.

     Two young woman asked Mark if I was insane, and he said, "He hasn't been declared 'legally insane' yet."
     I liked his reply.