On my late afternoon walk I encountered a man getting off the bus and walking in my direction. He was by himself. And yet, he was talking out loud — and quite loudly at that. He sounded like he was in an argument.
He appeared to be in his own world, seemingly clueless that he was about to walk past me. Suddenly he looked up and saw me. He smiled a bit sheepishly and said, “Sorry. Talking to myself again.”
“No worries,” I said. “I do it myself.”
He smiled and walked on, as did I.
About 2 seconds later I heard the man yell back at me, “Sir, excuse me.”
“Pardon me,” I said, looking back at him.
“Sir, I was actually talking with Jesus, and Jesus was talking with me. That’s what really was going on.”
“Well friend, don’t let me interrupt you. Carry on.”
“I will, sir, I will.”