The god botherer of 43

On the 43 bus to downtown, where I would change to the bus for the airport, the archetypal vagabond preacher boarded not long after myself. He was very dirty, carrying weird stuff and had a lot on his mind. He barked out a question to no-one in particular, "Where's the social security office?" and when no-one answered him it gave him reason to lecture everyone within earshot on the bus that "we'd all be talking to our neighbour when a crisis comes" and blah blah blah. He invoked the lord repeatedly and loved the sound of his own voice. He went on about fast-food and the Depression and how we don't know what suffering is, etc. Although there were elements of truth to his diatribe, it was a very predictable, dogmatic script. A woman sitting right near him eventually answered back in a critical tone and they entered into a barbarous exchange. The woman called him a drunk, he called her a whore, the bus driver got mad, etc. Then the director called "Cut!" No, just kidding, but it felt like something from a movie. Ah, god bless America, where life imitates farce.