A Rhetorical Question

So, I'm heading home this morning, walking through downtown San Diego. I stop at an intersection, waiting for the light to change so I can cross the street. Someone walks up behind and to the left of me, and stands basically in what would be my blind spot if I were driving. After a few seconds, this person walks around to the right of me, and speaks. "Do you know what time it is?" he says. He's a bit smaller than I am, maybe 30 or 35 years old, and is holding a bible, Watchtower, Koran, or some other religious tome. Doesn't look overtly homeless, but definitely has a wild look in his eye. I start to look at my cell phone to check the time, and this gentleman speaks again. "It was a rhetorical question. Keep walking, shithead."

I forgot to ask him if he plays softball.