I have 147 cousins...

So on Sunday, I was walking to a Cafe in the Twin Cities with a friend and we were talking about our extended families.  As we were walking, we passed a building that had a staircase leading down to a small door way below.  In the doorway, a man was leaning up against the frame, a cigarette (possibly with something a bit more than just nicotine...) balanced between his fingers.  Smoke wafted up from the doorway.  His eyes were closed, so I...being the awkward person that I am, stared a bit, wondering if he had fallen asleep in the doorway.  Still looking at the man, I said to my friend, "I have 147 cousins!" (Honest...including second cousin and third cousins...)
The man bared his teeth in a grin, opened his eyes and looked up at me, pushing away from the door frame.  "Wow," he chuckled.  I gulped, and, feeling as awkward as ever, did not reply.  I turned to my friend and kept walking, listening to the man's hacking laughter in the background.  Once in the enclosed area of the Cafe, I burst into laughter...I really do have 147 cousins, I thought, but I wasn't talking to him...