A few years ago, returning from a bar (quite a while after midnight) and smoking a last cigarette on the porch of our home, I noticed a man walking in the middle of the street. Wearing a reflective west, and carrying a hockey stick, he kept saying “One, two, three, four, five, six , seven, eight, nine, ten, Push!” One word per step. This is in the dark, nothing else really going on in the neighbourhood.
I call him the One-Two-Three man. No-one else I asked knew about him, and I never saw him anywhere else.
But one day we were selling something through craigslist. I forgot what it was; it wasn’t anything special. The One-Two-Three man came to buy it!
I asked him about his “walks”. I think he said he couldn’t sleep, or wanted to lose weight.
Saw him yesterday again. (Except, this time there was no bar involved)