I heard a story the other day. But I'm not going to tell you about it. Anyway, this guy came up to me and whispered in my ear "avoid the artichoke dip." I thought he was crazy, but the thought gave me pause. Had I eaten any artichoke dip in the past day or two? Come to think of it, I ate something at that party the other day: artichoke dip, maybe? My stomach was a wee bit upset, after all. But no, it's all in my head.

So I started crossing the street when I noticed someone on the other side gazed intently at me. Then, in a gasp of seeming recognition, his face became sickly and pallid, and he shook his head gravely. I stopped in the intersection, wondering what it was he was warning me about. Did he know about the artichoke dip too? Surely not. But then again, what if?

Suddenly, a car hit me and I went flying into the air. Guess that guy across the street saw it coming. Maybe paranoia is unhealthy after all.