"I'm from Brockton!"

This morning while walking to class, something amazing happened to me that really made me wonder what is wrong with people.  I was crossing the street and I saw this kid crossing the street from the other side and all of a sudden, it was like I was moving in slow motion.  I was watching this kid walk towards me.  He was a classic geek.  Glasses, old school-over the head headphones, crew neck sweat shirt, back pack riding high on back with a strap buckled across his chest, straight leg blue jeans and a walk  like that of a man with poopie in his pants.  I was wearing my Stoughton Baseball Sweatshirt.  Just as he was about to walk past me, he took a sharp step in my direction and pretty much yelled in my ear "Meh! I'm from Brockton!"  (For those of you who don't know, those are neighboring towns)  I immediately laughed but quickly composed myself and said "Okay!"  I didn't know what else to do.  I never broke stride, or looked at him or anything. When I looked back on it, it actually happened amazingly quick.  He was walking towards me. "I'm from Brockton!" "Ha! Okay!" And then he was gone.  To be honest, I hope that someday I will see him again because I really want to make sure that he knows I don't care where he's from.