Cra-a-a-zay (Think Gnarls Barkley)

I was driving down the street the other day to pick Zaki up from work. I pulled up to a stop light just about the time 2 bicyclists were pulling up in the bike lane beside me. I then see a pedestrian crossing in the crosswalk in front of me - he looks like he may be homeless but perhaps he is just not all that interested in hygiene - hard to say. Anyway, I notice that he's walking rather slowly and has his arm fully extended in the air and is looking in my direction. And he's flipping me off. Or he's flipping the bikers off. Or he's flipping off the fact that he has to cross the street. Or he's just flipping off everything and everybody. I have no idea. It didn't seem particularly aimed at me or at the bikers, but it could have been. None of us did anything obviously wrong - no one had to slam on their breaks, no one threw their garbage at him, there were no apparent infractions of the vehicle/pedestrian or biker/pedestrian code. I glanced at the bikers to see if they seemed to recognize him but the bikers and I just continued to act as though this wasn't happening. Because he was obviously crazy.

But was he? Sometimes I wonder if, like cats, "crazy" people are able to see and hear things that we don't. Real things (I swear cats have a reason for darting around the house like they're chasing something even though we can't see it). What if they're right and the rest of us "sane" ones are wrong? I suppose this just makes me sound crazy, too. But who's to say Long-Haired-Bird-Wagging Dude didn't have a perfectly viable reason for his actions? And he was wondering why we weren't all acting accordingly.

Or not.