Wait a minute. You mean I wasn't crazy after all?
Decades ago, living in Atlanta as a 21-year-old hapless hayseed from Rockingham, I - unbelievably to me - had a girlfriend.
She had a five-year-old son who was my main competitor for her attention, but the dude was always trying to kneecap me and played dirty to do it.
He accomplished his goal of getting rid of me after breakfast one Saturday morning.
Kid: Mom, why does he - he never referred to me by name - always leave his cup on the sink?
Her: I don't know. Crazy, I guess.
And I was sitting right there!!!