So I stopped an old man outside the library and commented that I liked his hat. I misspelled that as fat. I do not like your fat, old man, get your fat away from me.
Anyways, I said I liked his hat. He talked for the next fifteen minutes about how he used to be a boxer and ran eight miles a day, and his children don't care about him and his wife died, but he was pretty entertaining about it all! Then I said I had to go (because it was cold and I am in a skirt because I have pretty dumb ideas some days (most days)), and he said, and I quote, "Well, like they said in Ireland, merci beaucoup!"
It wasn't his mind going, it was just really adorable. This little old dude in a bowler was a serious charmer back in the day. A serious charmer who punched people in the face.