Happenings, still.

Recently there has been a strange rise in the amount of times per day I get yelled at by strangers.

I was trying to buy a pack of cigarettes at a 76 station, and the clerk looks at me and screams,
"What the fuck kind of wallet is that?"
"It's a cheeseburger."
"What the fuck kind of cheeseburger is that?"

Among other people yelling at me, like the fellow who followed me down the street from Paul and Eddies.
This is ridiculous.