On close inspection, many of the population seem close to a meltdown. Or perhaps we look at the world with selective eyes - hoping others will provide confirmation that we're not alone.
Later that day, I saw:
- two people who clearly didn't know one another at all having a stand-up row involving a live owl in the middle of a shopping street. (Really. An owl. Perched on the bloke's arm.)
- a fuming woman at a bus stop lifting her three children up by their shoulders and plonking them into a straight line like tiny bemused soldiers
- another woman cycling erratically along a busy road, one of her hands holding the mobile phone into which she was shrieking, a huge handbag dangling off the handlebars.
One thing's for sure, laughing at other people's bizarre outbursts makes your own a little easier to deal with.
And for whatever laughter can't touch, there's always love. Love, and wine, and a bit of superglue.