I switch off the show and turn to look over my shoulder. And sure enough there he is, an old man, two teeth in his head, frighteningly dirty, and talking excitedly at me. Wonderful.
Now I've learned some of the rules for dealing with the whackos in my town:
1. Don't make eye contact.
2. Don't let them know you speak Japanese.
All in all one of the most docile crazy-person encounters I've ever had. Oh and speaking of crazy people, I'm re-reading some of Gogol's short stories and loving them. I never realized how funny he was.
First, no frogs. Then no butter.