On the way to work this morning, a harmless, average looking gentleman tried to stop me. I caught his eye and pulled out my headphones so I could hear what he was saying.
"The world is full of problems. The world is full of G__D___ problems!" he said.
"Yeah," was all I could come up with as a response as I hurried away from this apparently not-all-there gentleman.
The world is indeed full of problems. I don't need an addled wanderer to remind me of that. My life does an adequate job of it every day.