Crazy People Stories - IRL Street Lolcows

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Eldritch

Cry To Me
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8 de Dic, 2014
We've all run into weird people before right?

Two days ago, me and my best friend decided to go out and browse through Wal-Mart late at night. (we live in a small town, that's what passes for fun around here) She got an incense burner shaped like a dragon and a skull-shaped fish tank decoration for her collection of cheap plastic skulls. After our little shopping spree, my friend said she wanted some ice cream, so we walked over to a nearby steak-n-shake.

We sat down and ordered our shit, then this guy walks in. He looked about middle age and walked with a cane. He didn't look particularly unkempt or anything, but you could tell he was poor/ lived in the country. He sat down in a booth near ours, facing away from the door. He got up about a minute later and sat at the booth directly next to ours and mentioned to the waiter that "you can't sit with your back to the door in these times." Him and the waiter struck up a conversation about survivalism. He had a pretty jovial way about him, and a 'lively' look in his eyes.

After they got done talking, My friend started examining her skull. The guy started chuckling, so my friend showed him the dragon. Now this is where shit hits the fan. This absolute stranger goes:
"Y'know, dragons aren't respected like they should be in western culture."
He spoke at length about how great dragons are and how bad it is to disrespect them.
"Do you guys know about the Chinese zodiac?"
"Yeah"
"You know which animal is the most powerful?"
*we pondered this, but didn't answer
"Yeah, the two most powerful are the dragon and the rat, both are so unappreciated."
*I quietly remarked to my friend about a buddy of ours who we always call "the rat"
"Y'know how I know this stuff?"
"How?"

He pulled the collar of his shirt down and revealed to us the source of his power: his giant dragon tattoo.

His next sermon would span into the issue of religion. He asked if we knew our blood type, and claimed he could correctly guess.

"Is the glass half empty or half full?"
"Half full, man." my friend replied
"You're O+ and he's O-, you're optimistic and he's a pessimist. You know how I know?"
"How?"
"Opposites attract." ;)
*she's AB+, I think I'm O+. We're both pretty optimistic.
"Ah, I'm so good at teaching things... You know how I know all that stuff?"
"How?"
"I'm a new-age christian. Know what that is?"
"What?"
"I believe it all, god made it all."
He rambled about how godjesus gives him strength and so on. My friend mostly 'yeahed' and 'mhmed' everything he said. He was mostly speaking to her.
"I go to the Nazarene church, over by the school."
"Ah, me and Eldritch have been talking about going to a church."
*This is an in-joke. We've talked about going to a church and seeing how disruptive and edgy we can be before they throw us out.
I giggled
"So uhh... You're a believer and he's not?"
"No, I'm an atheist, and he worships fuckin' Thor or whatever."
*DONTRATUSOUTYOUWHORE
"Yeah, well I guess there's some truth to that."
I finally speak to him. "Yeah, I mean, every religion has it's myths that carry meani-"

He interrupts me with another schizophrenia-fueled monologue about about how great christianity is and how terrible it is when people turn their backs on god. He talked about how he was just divorced from a woman that turned her back on god and how she was a total brat, he joked she was like having an extra daughter. After we left, my friend said she heard him refer to me as weak directly, but I didn't hear it. He spoke too fast and mumbled at times.

"And you know, most people in the world are still children of god, you can tell because they have O type blood."
"Wait, isn't O type blood the rarest?"
"Naw, that's what they want you to believe. most people have O."
"Ahhh."
After nearly half an hour of this, we finally decided to hit the trail. We shook hands, he told us his name and implored us to come to his church. We said we would, I don't think we will.

tl;dr we met a prophet at steak-n-shake.
 
I had an interesting day last summer that involved a crazy lady and the cops, and it's not anything what you think.

There's an atrium where I work, by law the public is allowed access to it from 7am to 10pm. During the summer one crazy lady showed up around noon and asks me the following series of questions:

> "Do you work here?"
< "Huh?"
> "How long have you worked here?"
< "I don't think I should tell you that."

At this point I start walking away to get my coffee.

> "How come there's so much security in this building?" (There's not. There's a lobby attendant, and a keyed turnstile.)
< "Uh, because it's an office building?"
> "So who do you work for? The CIA? NSA?">
<" Uh, yeah right."

At this point she's following me to Dunkin' Donuts. I'm pretty nervous.

> "If you don't work for the government who DO you work for?"
< "I'm not going to tell you that." (Why the fuck would I tell you anything?)

I went into Dunkin' Donuts and she appeared to have left me alone. I heard some commotion outside but didn't pay much attention to it. NYC is full of fucking psychos anyway.

I came out, walked back to the office building where I was greeted by two police officers, and the crazy lady in hand cuffs, being taken away by what appears to be a small, well armed militia.

> "Sir, we need to speak with you."

Pants poop.

< "Uh, what's going on officer?"

I'm taken away from the scene, not in cuffs but around the corner away from crazy lady. A detective joins us and asks some questions.

> "Sir, do you know this woman?"
< "No, I went to get some coffee and she started asking me these weird questions."
> "What did she ask you?"
< "If I worked for the government, what company I worked for, etc..."
> "So you don't recognize her at all?"
< "Nope. I just started working here about a month ago, I don't really know anyone around here."

That's when the detective tells me this:

> "She's done this before - she's a paranoid schizophrenic who thinks the government is trying to kill her. She's wanted for murder in another state. You're lucky to be alive."

:stress::stress::stress:
 
I had an interesting day last summer that involved a crazy lady and the cops, and it's not anything what you think.

There's an atrium where I work, by law the public is allowed access to it from 7am to 10pm. During the summer one crazy lady showed up around noon and asks me the following series of questions:

> "Do you work here?"
< "Huh?"
> "How long have you worked here?"
< "I don't think I should tell you that."

At this point I start walking away to get my coffee.

> "How come there's so much security in this building?" (There's not. There's a lobby attendant, and a keyed turnstile.)
< "Uh, because it's an office building?"
> "So who do you work for? The CIA? NSA?">
<" Uh, yeah right."

At this point she's following me to Dunkin' Donuts. I'm pretty nervous.

> "If you don't work for the government who DO you work for?"
< "I'm not going to tell you that." (Why the fuck would I tell you anything?)

I went into Dunkin' Donuts and she appeared to have left me alone. I heard some commotion outside but didn't pay much attention to it. NYC is full of fucking psychos anyway.

I came out, walked back to the office building where I was greeted by two police officers, and the crazy lady in hand cuffs, being taken away by what appears to be a small, well armed militia.

> "Sir, we need to speak with you."

Pants poop.

< "Uh, what's going on officer?"

I'm taken away from the scene, not in cuffs but around the corner away from crazy lady. A detective joins us and asks some questions.

> "Sir, do you know this woman?"
< "No, I went to get some coffee and she started asking me these weird questions."
> "What did she ask you?"
< "If I worked for the government, what company I worked for, etc..."
> "So you don't recognize her at all?"
< "Nope. I just started working here about a month ago, I don't really know anyone around here."

That's when the detective tells me this:

> "She's done this before - she's a paranoid schizophrenic who thinks the government is trying to kill her. She's wanted for murder in another state. You're lucky to be alive."

:stress::stress::stress:

I think I speak for most Kiwis when I say HOLY FUCK!
 
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