Comedians everywhere!

I went to Aldi’s this week, where I got ninety pounds of groceries for $22.  The drawback is that you have to bring your own bags and deal with the dregs of society.  I was in line when a wild-eyed loon that looked like he’d been taking uppers all day walked right in front of me.  Normally, I would have a problem with this, but before I could find anger, he started singing.

“Who’s the goofy guy in the line, with the weed in the bag that weighs a dime?  HAHAHAHAHA!  Don’t mind me everybody, I’m crazy and shit!  HAHAHAHA!”  I guess I’m letting this maniac in line.  I began to wonder, if you say you’re crazy, are you bluffing, or so nuts enough to know you’re not like the normies?  He spun around looking for my approval, but I wisely acted like I was deaf.  He began singing again about the crazy guy and drugs.  I noticed two women clutching purses.  He told the cashier he had some weed.  This guy is either the worst undercover cop of all time or he just brained an orderly with a mop handle to escape the hospital.  I then realized I have seen about 12 people this unbalanced at open mikes in the last year.  At least this guy didn’t steal his material.