My new favourite crazy person

My new favorite crazy person is a blonde lady who works in the same building as I do, and takes the same bus to work. She’s what I think of as the Walking Insane. She’d never be institutionalized, but is nevertheless craaaazy. She’s got pale-blue eyes, like a husky, but they are strangely vacant, like a bird’s.
I first noticed the craziness yesterday. At the top of the escalator in the subway station, she blasted past me, knocking into my bag quite hard. Hmph, I thought, that felt a little unnecessary. I’m a fast walker, so I must have passed her in the long corridor that leads from the subway platform to the bus platform, because I was already in the line for the bus when I saw her come barging through the doors, roughly bumping another person in the process. Issues, I thought. She ended up standing right behind me, jockeying for position in line as soon as the bus arrived, and audibly muttering swear words.
Easy there, crazy lady.
I didn’t realize that we worked in the same building until I was running through the lobby to catch the elevator (they are really really slow, and so worth the run to get one) and there she was, inside the elevator, shooting me daggers with those creepy crazy baby blues as she pressed what was clearly not the “door open” button. I stuck out my arm, forced the door to let me in, and also admitted two other co-workers. Crazy was clearly in an unstopable rush to get to…the second floor! Take the stairs, freak!
The diagnosis of crazy didn’t come until today, though. Yesterday she could have merely been in a hurry and letting it get to her. I was actually thinking about that as I power-walked down the subway corridor and –bam!- she blasted past me again! This time to get on the short escalator up to the bus platform. I almost laughed out loud. I am not a dawdler when moving from place to place. There is virtually no chance that I would be the commuter to hold anyone up in transit. She must have been nearly running to get past me. As we neared the office building, she seemed to be behaving normally, but as soon as she got to the door, and someone else was entering, she pushed past them. In order to stand in the empty lobby and wait for the slow elevator.
Oh crazy lady who needs to get places first, you brighten my day and make me feel normal.

In other news, the office environment has killed my cactus plant, something I had not managed to do in three years. My only little hint of personality has thus been removed from my cubicle. I assume it was a temperature thing, and look forward to cultivating a tundra garden on my desk.