Passing on the crazy

When I walk home from work, I pass a crazy (maybe?) man who looks perpetually suprised, bemused and harmless, kind of like Crabman from "My Name is Earl."


I can't stop my face from imitating his because I want to see how it feels on and when I do, I become the crazy (maybe?) person for other people. I wonder if those people imitate me and then other people think they're crazy and so on and so on until a bunch of quickly-Crabmans roam the city inspiring others to be quickly Crabman around 4:45 PM Monday-Friday.