You hear about them all the time, usually from people who deal with them – crazy people who decide to rant and rave with their craziness, whether it be the “Da Vinci Code” nutjobs, the “aliens abducted me” type, or the ever-so-plentiful “the government is doing _____” people.
I’ve actually had a few lovely firsthand experiences with some of these, and the most recent was kind of a combination of the last two. Get comfortable while I tell you a short little story…
There I was, the protagonist of the story, minding my own business during a weekend night shift at the hotel. We had a military group in, and since I’m not here during the day, I don’t know who is or isn’t with the group.
A gentleman comes in and goes over to the video games in our lobby (some Superman arcade game, and an arcade Ms. Pac-Man), and I assume he is with the group and is just playing the video games before going to sleep. After about an hour over there (keeping in mind that it is now 4 or 5 AM), he comes over to the desk area, and proceeds to look around at everything, with a sort of glazed look on his face.
I ask, humbly, if there’s anything I can do to help. He asks for room rates, and after we go over that, I book a hotel room for him on first floor. This man proceeds to go in the room and come out ten minutes later with a cup of coffee (our rooms all have coffeepots in them). He rants and rants to me about various government this, and finance that, a plethora of topics for at least 20 minutes.
When he’s finally paused long enough for me to ask if he wants to check out, he says yes. He doesn’t leave it at that, though. Instead, he continues on about how he’s checking out because someone or something drove into his hotel room and put some sort of ______ “fix-it” ______ in his head (all I could understand was “fix-it”).
Yeah, needless to say, I wasn’t very comfortable in that situation. I’ve had a few oh-so-wonderful instances like that, and I’ve grown to dislike conspiracy theorists (my former landlord had some pretty out-there conspiracy thoughts too, but he lived hours away… thankfully) in most forms.
How about you? Any of you have any fun (and/or crazy) stories to share? Or are you a conspiracy theorist and take offense to that title? Speak up!
2 comments:
Let me start out by saying:
http://xkcd.com/258/
I used to do that last bit to my ex all the time. Before he was my ex, that is. He'd start to go off about something, usually 9/11 and I'd just close my eyes, fold my hands and say "Dear God...." It usually shut him up.
Hahahaha!
You don't know how close I was to putting that picture in the post itself. Great minds, eh? :)
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