May 5

I thought perhaps it was the nice weather that was bringing out all the weirdos. Then L and I realized that it is Cinco de Mayo.

Neither of us will forget how a presumably drunken guy, who was blocking the only path around a table too big for the sidewalk, moved out of our way. He apologized twice, apparently looking for some kind of response from us. We were talking amongst ourselves and when we were about halfway down the block he "boldly" shouted at us "eat a cheeseburger!"

We didn't say anything back but I was really inclined to tell him that he should share some of his because he could stand to lose a few.

Why do seemingly grown men still behave like boys when they don't get the response they want?