I walked into a laundromat to do a couple of loads one evening, and the only machines that were open were next to a man who was loading a machine. He was in his thirties and very muscular with a shaved head, a hard face, and a working man's clothes. As I carried my bags over to the open washers he caught my eye and I nodded and said "Hello." He looked away from me and started to mutter curses under his breath, which was very creepy. I wondered if I should beat it, and then I saw him pick up a heavily marked and tagged Bible and start paging through it while dropping the f-bomb and the b-word. I realized that he had Tourette's Syndrome and couldn't help what he was saying. I felt ashamed of myself for being afraid of him. When he had finished his wash he carefully folded his threadbare clothing, making sure each item was just right or he redid it. I finished my wash and told the man to have a nice evening, and he gave me a head nod. It must be extremely tough to be someone who can't help but to be creepy.