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Post by rapidfire187 on Nov 13, 2010 10:55:54 GMT -5
Working at the hotel a few years ago, I encountered several bizarre people. This one guy just completely took the cake though. He was a 50 something looking black man. He was dressed kind of like a bum, and was wearing a big gold cross on his necklace.
Now, this story would've been a lot funnier 3 years ago when it happened, but unfortunately I don't remember ALL the weird things that he did and said. But the weirdest part is still perfectly embedded in my memory. He started telling me that he was a preacher, and then immediately followed that up by telling me that he was a movie producer and script writer.
I knew this guy wasn't....he was just too stupid for a job like that.
But he insisted that he wrote the Rocky movies, and started singing "Eye of the Tiger".
Keep in mind, this was at like 3 AM at a Super 8 Motel in a...not so good neighborhood. At this point I started getting a little scared. The guy finally left because he couldn't afford the room (some movie producer).
I've got tons of other stories, I'll post some after a few replies.
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Post by Massive G on Nov 13, 2010 13:26:11 GMT -5
one time, at a bar in college, this middle aged black man pulled up to the bar next to me. I was ordering two drinks, one for me, and one for my roommate. After I received them, I sat at a table he had selected and we drank.
About a minute later, the guy walked over and sat down at our table. There were already 4 of us there; the guy just walked on over and sat down. No one said anything for awhile, and then he just started blurting out various catch phrases regarding... well, they were NSFW type remarks dealing almost exclusively with female reproductive anatomy.
He stayed for about 90 minutes. Then he left without saying why. It was one of the funniest experiences of my life, like a completely impromptu stand-up routine. I never saw the guy again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2010 13:42:58 GMT -5
I was at a comic book convention a few years back in Chicago and went to the bar there in the hotel across the street one night with a buddy. This guy came up to me and he thought I was the comic artist Michael Turner (RIP) begging me for a job. He told me his wife left him and he had a son. I tried to tell him that he was mistaken but he kept on saying "I know you can help me" then he got on his hands and knees and begged me for a job! It was freaking strange as I dont think he was drunk.
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Post by shiranui on Nov 13, 2010 13:49:10 GMT -5
A couple of months ago some drunk guy came up to me as I was walking down the street and started asking me if I "did stuff". I don't remember how, but at some point I understood that he was asking me if I was a musician so I replied with something like "yeah, kind of" (because I do play the guitar badly and sing even worse). The guy then thanked me for doing what I supposedly do, told me to keep up the good work and shook my hand.
I still have no clue what that was all about. Sure, I guess I might look like a rock star if you're drunk enough, but... yeah, I have no idea. I certainly don't resemble any famous musician or anything.
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Post by Grendel on Nov 13, 2010 13:52:34 GMT -5
Hmm ... Years ago I went into a bar on my Birthday rather early in the day just to have a couple and talk with the bartender (who was smoking hot and single). As I walked in, I passed a guy at the bar and talked to him for a bit before moving on. I sat at the other end of the bar and got my first beer.
As I looked down at the other end of the bar, this guy looked like he was having quite the animated conversation with someone sitting next to him, except that the stool was empty. Hell, it was early in the day so most of the bar was empty, but this guy sat there carrying on a conversation with the bar stool next to him.
I didn't think much of it, after all to each their own. So after I had consumed a couple more beers, this guy starts an argument with his invisible buddy sitting next to him. I thought it was kind of funny but kept to myself until the guy yelled down at me "Hey, you. Can you tell him that he's wrong?"
I didn't know what to say at first, but I countered with, "I'm not taking sides in this. You two settle it on your own." He stood up and looked angrily at the empty stool sitting next to him and yelled out "See! They always take your side!" and he stormed out angrily.
I asked the cutie behind the bar what was going on, and I guess this guy had come into the area and usually carried on civil conversations with the invisible bar stool sitting next to him so he didn't usually cause trouble. But he would about once every 3 weeks or so get in an argument with his invisible buddy and start yelling. When I asked if the cops were ever called she said, "Yeah, but they don't do anything but tell him to leave."
God, I hope he didn't turn into a serial killer later or something. He was a mean looking dude, too. About Six foot 4 and fairly muscular. I wonder nowadays after watching Criminal Minds these years later if he hadn't suffered some kind of psychotic break earlier on ...
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Post by KAMALARAMBO: BOOMSHAKALAKA!!! on Nov 13, 2010 14:21:07 GMT -5
A couple of months ago some drunk guy came up to me as I was walking down the street and started asking me if I "did stuff". I don't remember how, but at some point I understood that he was asking me if I was a musician so I replied with something like "yeah, kind of" (because I do play the guitar badly and sing even worse). The guy then thanked me for doing what I supposedly do, told me to keep up the good work and shook my hand. I still have no clue what that was all about. Sure, I guess I might look like a rock star if you're drunk enough, but... yeah, I have no idea. I certainly don't resemble any famous musician or anything. I remember something like this happened to me. Don't remember the specifics of it (it was about 6 years ago), but my friends and I were walking around the Harvard Square train station and this black drunk guy approached us. He asked us what instruments we'd play if we were in a band. He also wreaked of alcohol really bad. We were teenagers then so we were goofing on him a bit. Like going right up to his ear and saying "Plus, I'm hungry for shit," but he was so out of it, he didn't even notice. The guy also had some cuts on his face. I remember after we left I asked one of my friends if the guy was probably so drunk he fell down the stairs or something. My friend just goes, "No, somebody probably just beat the hell out of him."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2010 14:24:54 GMT -5
I went to McDonalds on my lunch break once, and sat down to eat, after a few minutes this homeless guy comes in and sits down at the next table. He starts talking to me, he's being rather friendly, and then he asks where I'm from, I tell him that I'm where I'm from and it's like a dark cloud comes over him, and he starts telling me about how the last time that he was there the cops arrested him for no reason and put him in the back of the police car and drove him around with a hose running from the exhaust to the back of the car. Then he goes on to tell me that he can't get a job because he used to be in the Air Force and accidentally found out too many secrets about UFOs and now the government has a conspiracy against him to keep him from working. All in all it was a decent conversation.
If this thread stays around for a while, I'm sure that I'll come up with others. For some reason, bums/crazy street people always come and talk to me. I must look friendly or something, I don't know.
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Post by rapidfire187 on Nov 13, 2010 14:27:23 GMT -5
God, I hope he didn't turn into a serial killer later or something. He was a mean looking dude, too. About Six foot 4 and fairly muscular. I wonder nowadays after watching Criminal Minds these years later if he hadn't suffered some kind of psychotic break earlier on ... ^ Sounds like he was schizophrenic or something. Another one: When I was younger..15 I believe. I went to a party at a friends house. There was an older guy at the party, probably in his 20's. We had barely spoken the whole night, when he just randomly asks me if I'd like to go eat at the Waffle House with him. I told him that I didn't have any money, and he replied with "I didn't ask you that, I asked if you wanted to go eat". Being the hungry fat ass (and drunk teenager) that I am, I hopped in the car with him and we went to eat. The whole conversation at the Waffle House was just crazy as s***. When we sat down, he started telling me what everybody in the restaurant including the staff was talking about, and started going on about how he has been trained to figure out every detail about a place as soon as he enters the room. Like he was Jason Bourne or something. Then he started talking about how he was in a gang, and that a guy I know was in a rival gang (he was correct about that). He told me that I needed to distance myself because the "first thing a gang will do is go after the people you're close to"...basically implying that I might get killed because I know the wrong person. I couldn't help but laugh, because the gangs in my city never did anything violent other than a few fights here and there. They mostly consisted of high schoolers that would've been terrified to shoot a gun. Then he took me back to the party, gave me a bag of pot and a few beers, and then left. I'm not sure if that guy was completely awesome, or the biggest 'tard I've ever met.
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Post by rapidfire187 on Nov 13, 2010 14:30:00 GMT -5
I went to McDonalds on my lunch break once, and sat down to eat, after a few minutes this homeless guy comes in and sits down at the next table. He starts talking to me, he's being rather friendly, and then he asks where I'm from, I tell him that I'm where I'm from and it's like a dark cloud comes over him, and he starts telling me about how the last time that he was there the cops arrested him for no reason and put him in the back of the police car and drove him around with a hose running from the exhaust to the back of the car. Then he goes on to tell me that he can't get a job because he used to be in the Air Force and accidentally found out too many secrets about UFOs and now the government has a conspiracy against him to keep him from working. All in all it was a decent conversation. If this thread stays around for a while, I'm sure that I'll come up with others. For some reason, bums/crazy street people always come and talk to me. I must look friendly or something, I don't know. Do you do like I do in those situations and just completely agree with everything they say? And then act completely shocked when they make the next "big revelation"? I love to string them a long.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2010 14:37:26 GMT -5
I went to McDonalds on my lunch break once, and sat down to eat, after a few minutes this homeless guy comes in and sits down at the next table. He starts talking to me, he's being rather friendly, and then he asks where I'm from, I tell him that I'm where I'm from and it's like a dark cloud comes over him, and he starts telling me about how the last time that he was there the cops arrested him for no reason and put him in the back of the police car and drove him around with a hose running from the exhaust to the back of the car. Then he goes on to tell me that he can't get a job because he used to be in the Air Force and accidentally found out too many secrets about UFOs and now the government has a conspiracy against him to keep him from working. All in all it was a decent conversation. If this thread stays around for a while, I'm sure that I'll come up with others. For some reason, bums/crazy street people always come and talk to me. I must look friendly or something, I don't know. Do you do like I do in those situations and just completely agree with everything they say? And then act completely shocked when they make the next "big revelation"? I love to string them a long. Of course. I love to listen to the insanity as long as it doesn't sound like they're going to hurt someone or something.
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Post by Cela on Nov 13, 2010 14:57:05 GMT -5
LA Homeless. No idea what they are talking about.
Movie Extras: On the whole, relatively normal. But occasionally the topics of conversation bring out the crazy.
This one janitor in Norfolk: came up to my girlfriend and I, and he started talking about how god sees you doing the nasty things.
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Post by KAMALARAMBO: BOOMSHAKALAKA!!! on Nov 13, 2010 17:19:56 GMT -5
Another one and a lot more creepy.
One day I decide to go to the beach and read a book on a beach towel, just by myself. I'm sitting there reading when this older guy (not too old, but maybe 45 or so) goes up to me. He looked a little out of it. He asks me if there's any gay bars around. Then he says, "You wouldn't be into anything like that would you?" I tell him, "sorry, no." I think he even made some vague reference to S&M. Luckily he just walked away.
I think I've had a couple other guys like that try to pick me up. Luckily I've managed to avoid any trouble.
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Post by shiranui on Nov 13, 2010 17:34:54 GMT -5
That last story reminds me... Last year when I had just moved to my current town and started university, I was walking around the city and looking oh so pretty with a girl from school, getting to know her.
So, naturally, then a couple of old creeps come up to us and one of them says "I don't know which one of you I'd rather do". Yeah. That's... not cool, although I guess I should be flattered to know some sixty-year-old drunken bisexual finds me attractive. So, she tells them she has a boyfriend (which I actually didn't know at that point, as she had never mentioned him before... as far as I know, she does actually have a boyfriend somewhere so she wasn't just making that up on the spot) and they leave her alone, coming up to me instead and referring to me as "the boyfriend". Great, I thought, at least they left her alone.
I expected to hear something unspeakably horrible at that point, but it turned out these guys were just looking for the nearest liquor store (the location of which I couldn't tell them because I had just moved into town and don't really drink that much). Then they left. How in the f*** do you make the simple process of asking where the liquor store is into something as creepy as this?
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Post by "Playboy" Don Douglas on Nov 13, 2010 17:36:39 GMT -5
When I was in college, some friends and I were going through the checkout at the local Kroger. The girl at the register is late teens, early 20s. She starts talking about music with us, because we're all wearing band shirts, I've got some buttons on my jacket, etc. Totally normal conversation about bands, some local shows...then out of nowhere she says, "So are you guys into suspension?" and starts talking about a place she goes and how awesome it is.
This one didn't happen to me, but it's too good to pass up. This girl I talked to in one of my college English classes said she was in a Waffle House one night and this guy comes in. A black guy in his 30s or early 40s, wearing a very nice suit, gold watch, and carrying an expensive looking briefcase. They start making small talk, and after a while the guy suddenly tells her that he is the black son of God. He then opens his briefcase and pulls out a Bible and begins thumbing through it, and she sees that on every page, he as written, "Circuit City is the city from city to city."
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Post by darthalexander on Nov 14, 2010 2:21:33 GMT -5
Well:
There were the times I was propostioned by a 65 year old hooker. (Twice in one week). She said she would do things for me for 20 bucks. When I said "hey, I have a girlfriend" she laughed and said "what she doesn't know won't hurt her".
I was once outside having a smoke when a woman and her ten year old son approached me. She wanted to give me an "erotic massage". She didn't even ask for money!
A crazy lady once followed me into a magazine store screaming at me and saying I was the devil and no good.
A woman showed up at my workplace and asked me to kill her.
Almost any time I went into a bar, it was a safe bet that the weirdest and drunkest person there would come to me and plant himself around me. I've heard all kinds of theories, ideas, etc.
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Post by kidtamagotchi on Nov 14, 2010 4:46:35 GMT -5
One time after school, I was waiting alone for the (public) bus. This old man comes up to me and asks, point blank, "You know where the p**** at?" He then smiles, and he has no teeth. I said I didn't know, and he left after that. Later on I get on the bus. At the next stop, the old man comes in and sits in the back. I slid down in my seat and never looked back. What I didn't think of at the time, was that there was a strip club right across the street from where I was waiting for the bus!
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Post by i.Sarita.com on Nov 14, 2010 4:51:48 GMT -5
Most of you people on here. ;D
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Post by Cranjis McBasketball on Nov 14, 2010 5:00:01 GMT -5
I was at work a few years back, doing retail and I forget exactly what I was up to, stocking some movies or something and this old guy comes up to me and starts in on how Dave Semenko should be in the Hockey Hall of Fame because without his protection, Wayne Gretzky would have never set any records and blah, blah. Fortunately, I was able to carry on with him, knowing exactly what he was talking about, even if I don't agree, but it doesn't make it any less strange.
Another time I was at the liquor store buying some beer, when I ran into a family friend. We carried on with some small talk and then it was my turn at the till and he said to the cashier, "He's underage! ID him!" Now, the family friend knew I wasn't underage, since I grew up with his son, who sadly killed himself about two years prior. Anyway, that's not important, but the cashier said, "Oh, no I know him from school. He's ok."
I have no idea who the cashier was. I certainly didn't know him. He didn't ID me. I still wonder what possessed the cashier who I didn't know to lie.
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Post by Alex Shelley on Nov 14, 2010 5:07:58 GMT -5
Me.
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Post by default on Nov 14, 2010 5:20:03 GMT -5
My bro and I were hanging with our friend and helping him deliver the weekend newspaper on the route he had for a while.
We started pretty late, Friday night and around 2-3 in the mornign we run into this guy who's obviously out of it. He started rambling on about his life story, how he lived here briefly years ago and just moved back and then goes into some pretty bizarre stuff. Like how he used to rob pharmacies and veteranarian offices for drugs and also what type of lube to get for anal sex on a chick. All in all, the conversation lasted until the crack of dawn. By the time we got back to the car, it was almost six and my friend had a few blocks left to do that had to be done be around noon the next day. We were far too tired from standing there with bags of newspapers.
Honestly, we were all ready to leave but the dude seemed legit with all his stories and a combination of crazy enough that we didn't want to offend him and interesting enough to listen.
The next day, I had to make sure with my bro that it wasn't a dream.
Weird thing is, my bro hung out in town a lot during that period. He never ran into that dude before or afterwards.
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