I'm sorry, but I just can never be bothered finding and then linking to prior entries where I've referred to something before. That being said - I saw the weird little man at Flinders Street Station again today. I was minding my own business, noticing that the stupid banners ('The escalators move - so you don't have to!) have been taken down, when I heard 'Are you going home?' I looked around and he was next to me. The guy that builds up these questions until he tells you that he walks round his house naked when it's hot. And asks whether you walk around naked, too. I could say that I think he has Down Syndrome, but in this case I prefer the more offensive term. He's a mongoloid.

I did well today. We did: "Are you going home?" "Yup." "Where are you going?" "Home." "Do you have any hobbies?" "We've actually spoken a few times before and you ask me questions about bathing suits..." Mongoloid spins around and shuffles away at top speed. So the guy has at least an idea of what's what. Maybe he's relying on people not telling the poor mongoloid to piss off.

(excerpted from old journal)