"Slowly I Turned" or "Niagara Falls" in real life

There is a classic vaudeville routine called "Slowly I Turned" about meeting a stranger who has a violent reaction to some innocuous phrase.

But I have this experience in real life. I got off in the wrong subway stop in Brooklyn in the middle of the night. It was 30 minutes between trains at night and the entrance and exit were locked up. I hear this crazy guy who is locked in the station with me. He proceeds to bypass 30 chairs to sit right next to me and announce that he was just released from prison that night.

So he proceeds to tell me fascinating stories about his troubles with the one judge in particular. Naturally, I did not know the judge so my responses were short. I quickly learned that my saying "I guess so" sent him into raging waves of anger, and he would repeat the story again. I quickly figured that the only acceptable response was "I agree with you 100%".

Having survived the experience without being attacked, I always thought it was a funny story.

I was curious if anyone else has had this experience.

Is there such a thing as a subway story
where something good happens?

and in the middle of the night

Quote: Pacomartin

There is a classic vaudeville routine called "Slowly I Turned" about meeting a stranger who has a violent reaction to some innocuous phrase.

I was curious if anyone else has had this experience.

I was once waiting at a slow moving line at a casino, and I saw two personality types almost start to get into it.

1. Guy, acting erratic,, directly addressing people who were talking to someone else, would turn with a nasty look and say "what?" like they had said something to him. His response and dress was put-offish enough that people were carefully ignoring him after giving a brief look.

2. Arrival of random muttering guy. Did he have some sort of Tourettes I don't know.

So, exactly what you expect would happen. Random muttering guy is quickly on the radar of paranoid quirky guy. It was fascinating in its own odd way.
There was an exchange of escalating nonsense between both of them, and shortly, muttering guy retreated somewhere into the casino.

One thing I don't miss in the area where
I live, no crazy muttering people. Ever.

The only time I see it now is in Vegas. It's
always bothersome because I'm not used
to it anymore. In Santa Barbara half the
people who don't have a home are out
of their minds nuts. And I was there before
Reagan emptied the state run loony bins
and let the nuts run out.