People are weird

I love people watching, but I'm not such a fan of my subjects of surveillance approaching me and making contact, especially when they're off their face on drugs. Yesterday I visited the most amusing (and slightly terrifying) park ever. There was a giant group of people practising a dance for this weekends Mardigras, but it took me a while to figure out what was actually happening. I though it was some kind of odd fitness class, but then a group of people in seriously altered and grungy combat outfits kind of flicked the switch for me. There were also two guys fighting over a sock for a good 20 minutes. I was pretty sure that they were off their faces, and when one of them approached me and tried to have a conversation, I found out that I was definitely right. He told me all about his father who is a muslim, and a high ranking barrister who was extremely important in colonial times, as well as emphasising the fact that my English friends ancestors had killed his grandparents. I politely told him that I was sorry to leave such a scintillating conversation, but I had to go, and I did so, very quickly.
I also observed a girl who decided that the footpath was too crowded, and so began jogging down the bus lane going the wrong way, just to avoid things being in her way. Just a tip honey, there is something that will get in your way there, and it's called a bus.
I bought my first slurpee, and promptly dripped it all down my sock, but enjoyed it anyway, and while the sticky pink liquid dried, I sent my mum a message. Since my phone software was updated, it has adopted the iPhone method of autocorrect, and I almost sent mum 'slurry' instead of 'sorry.' Good thing I proof read.
A backpacker approached me and asked if I knew where he could find a window for pizza. I apologised and said I didn't, and then spent a really long time wondering if he actually meant a window for pizza (and if he did, where could I find me one?) or (when taking his gestures into account) if in his language, the word for money sounded like pizza, and he actually meant an ATM. I guess I will never know.
Lastly, I saw two guys having an extremely hushed conversation out of the corners of their mouths, as if they were practising terrible ventriloquism, or as if they were afraid of being under surveillance, but this just increased their suspicious vibe, and made them sound like the Swedish chef from sesame street.
Maybe I should have been an anthropologist, but watching other people would probably make me realise even more how odd I am to other people.
                                                                              Xx, Little Duck