he was having more fun than me

Today on my way to work I found myself walking next to a man with
three bright green balloons tied to his backpack who also happened to
be talking to himself.
It wasn't under-your-breath muttering. It was the conversation of
someone who was actually angry with the responses he was getting,
even though he was contributing both sides of the conversation. It
was a bit much to take at 8:30 in the morning, but it was still a
little surprising to see the going-to-work pedestrian crowd just flow
around him without an apparent thought.