When I was growing up we had a crazy guy in our neighborhood we called Walker Stalker. He looked like Mr. Clean and he got his nickname because he walked so much you could catch sightings of him in different neighboring towns on the same day. You knew he was nuts. He bench pressed cinder blocks, set up alters on top of your mailbox and talked to himself out loud. Rumor was he lived in his parent's basement and was harmless but nuts. Harmless maybe, but we kids ran screaming like our pants were on fire when we saw him walking and talking in our direction.
About 10 years ago I worked at a restaurant in Riverside, IL. It was a small town and everyone knew about the local crazy, Poop'n Patty. From afar PP looked slightly eccentric in her red lipstick, black beret and black pantsuit. Sort of like your junior high art teacher. But up close she smelled of eau de cacky. This was because Poop'n Patty's specialty was entering local bathrooms and smearing her poop all over the walls and floor. (I know this because one night I got to explain to a minimum wage busboy why he had to scrape feces off the bathroom walls during a dinner rush.)
But lately it's getting pretty hard to tell who the local nutter is. I keep pulling the children closer when I see a person next to us ranting and talking to the air beside them. Then they'll turn and I'll see that little metal tumor growing out of their ear. The blue tooth tumor. And I'll realize they aren't crazy baby, they're techo-savvy. Gah! Then I found this little item on the internet today, The Blue Tooth Vibe. Apparently, the lady puts it in her "pocketbook" and waits to receive text messages from her partner. Every letter or number pressed creates a different buzz. I'm all for toys, but this concerns me because it only makes it more difficult to sort out the sane. There is no obvious tech tumor sprouting from the wearers ear, and I'm not checking the other possible location. So when I see a lady mumbling to herself while squirming and writhing do I call the cops or hand her a wet wipe? Maybe I'll just stay inside, where I'm the only nutter around.