Uno, dos, tres

I take a light rail train from my home in the factory district to downtown, where I catch a bus to Santa Monica. Yesterday, a man walked slowly up and down the crowded train car, slowly spelling out his name: "D"..."O"..."M"..."I"..."N"..."I"..."C"...followed by counting to ten, over and over, in Spanish. As he walked, he would look people directly in the eyes before passing them. He walked to the end of the car, and slowly pivoted before walked back to the front, while counting. At first, it was the sort of funny that's pitiable--the drunk old man singing to himself. But he never stopped, he had been performing this action when I boarded and was continuing after I left. It became almost threatening.