Looking back with humor

I need to pen this down so that if I were one day to reflect on this incident, it would still be with humor and not hate.

Let me begin by saying that the one hour gap bestowed upon my hectic Tuesday schedule was efficiently and peacefully spent catching up on my reading assignments in the quiet peace of Victoria Park. The Universal Journalist's Chapter 12 was a breeze, thanks to its abundance in anecdotes and case studies. I was obliviously oblivious to my surroundings until I came near the end of the chapter. There were some raised voices that was invading my realm of concentration. I looked up to see a couple - both seeming either a little intoxicated (or recovering from an intoxication) despite the cup of coffee they were each cradling - clumsily looking away from me. When I looked back down at my book, I found that I had completely lost my concentration so I decided to start on another assignment - listening in to an anonymous conversation and observing their habit in reporting speech. As I tried to inconspicuously listen to the couple's conversation, I found that it wasn't really that much of a challenge since their conversation was essentially aimed at me, as I soon discovered. The dialogue went something like this :

Lady : I saw him, I mean I SAW him and I thought to myself this guy is...is...(waves hand)

Man : Yeah...yeah...

Lady : Yeah...they had Ben Ladin on there...and I SAW him with his...his beard and...I was saying right under my skin, this guy is NOTHING but trouble...just WAIT and see...

Man : Yeah...yeah...

Lady : ...and a month later nine eleven happened...and I thought...I KNEW it! I KNEW it! I thought, why aren't you guys LISTENING...I KNEW it...it's all right THERE...

At this point I decided to close my book and move elsewhere. I was having trouble keeping my face straight. That lady was talking with an intensity that can only come from complete ignorance of what a fool she was making herself out to be. There was a sense of tragic humor in her patheticalness, her misguided presumption and her vapid speech. I imagine her to be one of the million or so self-proclaimed experts of the string of catastrophic events that's hit the world in the last decade. In my mind I saw her nursing her ego with visions of imaginary men in standard issue black suits and dark glasses knocking at her door saying, 'Ma'am, we've been made aware of your confounding abilities in forming conjectures based on as meagre sources as your basic hunch. Would you like to come and work for the CIA?' In her mind she would mostly likely gasp (or perhaps rasp) in surprise before reluctantly agreeing 'for the good of the country'. I don't know why I thought of the CIA. We're in Canada. 'It doesn't matter, Ma'am. The world NEEDS your expert misguided insight!'. Adios wackos.