So there I was at my favorite lunchtime salad bar... painstakingly going through the bean mix, selfishly capturing all the edamame for myself and leaving the nasty cilantro for those who snoozed and lost.
Picking out your favorite stuff while deftly avoiding the yucky bits can be a somewhat lengthy process. I was trying to get as many soy beans on my salad as possible before the next salad bar patron made it that far down the line.
I held the next guy up a little and after I had already pushed it a bit, I said "I'm sorry". He answered back and said "Oh no, go ahead...you're fine." ...I nodded in silence.... then I heard ""You're fine" and "Fiiinne" .... I had abandoned the soy beans by then and was into something else farther down the bar when I heard ... "You. Are. Fine." So I slowly turned my head to sneak a glance at this guy, since his record seemed to be stuck and I thought he might be suffering a break from reality, and when my eyes got around to him, he was full-on staring at me with a sly grin on his face and just one eyebrow wiggling up and down. I don't know why this embarrassed me so much, but my face was getting hot so I took off. As I fled the scene, I heard him call after me, "You're fine."
Maybe he was just trying to back me off the soybeans with all that in your face business. It worked. You've never seen somebody give up on a salad bar quicker.
I'm not entirely sure, but I think he was being fresh.