The Rat Man never understood his obsessive fantasties until Freud (which I cannot pronnouce correctly) showed him the actual cause behind them.

Weirdness prevails in the weirdest ways.

By the time, I had finished saying "hello" and the usual apathetic yet seemingly sincere smile, I regretted it all. The man sat next to me staring with saying, "Sorry to bother you..." Then he started talking about a subject that I couldn't understand.
Kathy came back and looked surprised. "Don't you want to sit somewhere else?"
I shook my head. It would hurt the man if we moved. He would know that we deliberately moved if we left the table. So Kathy and I sat there at the table suffering through the incomprehensible ramble. I gave the man eye contact several times to let him know that I was listening. Then there was one part that stuck out in my mind "...you are pretty...[something incomprhensible]...yeah...[something incomprehensible]...with me?"
Abruptly I responded with a "No, that's okay."
Then Kathy told me in Chinese, "I told you we should have sat somewhere else."
In English, I could only respond that we might hurt the man's feelings. A surge of the stuff I learned in psychology about humanistic psychotherapy had flooded my mind...and it made sense. Most people do want only someone to sympathize or actually...empathize with them. All in all, people don't change. Their perspectives and beliefs of the world do. Then the world changes in effect.
Perhaps the man just wanted some company...somebody to listen. Yet the homeless man who came up to me earlier asking for money or a bite of food (my usual phrase: "sorry no" then he said, "thanks anyway" as a reflex, I said, "you're welcome." he looked surprised.) went up to the man and said, "You look familiar." Then the man who claimed that he was George Washington tried to disconnect with the homeless man. Then the instant that George Washington said, "...they have walls...[something incomprehensible]...seen the walls?" in a response to me being Chinese.
Immediately irritated, I had responded with a polite, "No, I have never lived or been to China."
That was the moment that George Washington seemed to much of a overbearing old man. I grabbed my remaining french fries and coca-cola and darted out of Burger King with Kathy trailing behind me.
Later in the bus, as we passed by Burger King once more, I saw George Washington talking to cup alone in the corner of the restaurant and clawing the air with a straw.

George Washington probably needed some attention. Yet I was hesitant to move into the situation, yet reluctant to move away.
Do I feel guilt? Possibly.
Either that...or I will have to get used to it soon. It's Berkeley.