The village idiot of Las Vegas runs into a psycho in the bathroom at the North Las Vegas library.

The library is, give or take, a mile from my front door. Today I made the trek there in the midday heat. I arrive and need to use the restroom. I enter and both stalls are occupied. I wait a few moments and a gentlemen in a wheel chair exits one:

"Why are you standing in my way?" - Just another asshole in North Las Vegas - I think to myself as I get out of his path. Actually, I thought, like most people, he was going to wash his hands after doing his business. That's why I chose the particular spot to stand. I tell him such, apologize and get out of his path.

"What's it any of your business whether I wash my hands or not?" - I hear his deep voice say to me as I close the stall door. I respond by saying it wasn't any of my business and apologize again for whatever slight he was feeling.

"I will wash my hands whenever I want. It's none of your business," he yells as I am setting on the throne. I don't know what to say so I say nothing in the hopes he will leave...he doesn't. "Do you want to know something?" Again I say nothing in the hopes he will leave. He then pipes - this time with greater force - "Hey - I am talking to you." I decide to indulge him and thus say - "What do want? I am trying to use the restroom." - He responds by calling me an idiot, not just once but a number of times - Here is where the story would become bizarre for most, but not me. After all, I am the village idiot of Las Vegas. I laugh at his gesture and tell him he should check out my blog. The statement confuses him; or at least shuts him up - because he didn't say anything after it.

I walk out of the bathroom and into the computer room. He's there. He gives me a mad dog look like he wants to fight or something of that nature. I shrug it off. Besides, what am I going to do? Fight a guy who is in a wheelchair. Any way, a few minutes later security shows and inquires about the incident (someone had called them). I give my side of the story and a written statement about it (this wasn't the first time he has hassled someone). Subseqently, the cops show twenty minutes later and 86 the asshole...End of story.