I think NYC has spring fever - I saw all kinds of weirdness on my commute today. Maybe the weirdest was the street guy that got on the subway and sat across from me, called me "Cinderella" and proceeded to go on about karma etc., and assured me that he was "worshipping (my) beauty" by talking to me. I thanked him and then got off at the next stop - which wasn't actually mine, but who knows what other crazy things he was gonna start saying? Crazy guys are not all that uncommon in the MTA system, of course, but usually they just tell you about Jesus, or the Illuminati, or ask for money.
