Random conversation outside my apartment # 17

*walking next door to get coffee, unkempt man approaches*

“Hey man, you know what Wolfgang means?”

Is this is a riddle? Do I ignore him? Do I have a sign on me that says “I need your special insights”?

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t.” But by all means, please tell me!

“I’ve been across the street at the cleaners talking to that big son-of-a-gun, What’s-his-name. He’s all Native American. And then he says to me, ‘I oughtta Wolfgang you!’”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, and then I said, ‘Wolfgang this!’, and walked out of there!!” *laughs and then walks away…*