So, funny thing about crazy people...
My summer job basically consists of me cleaning up other people's garbage in the downtown area of my city. For some reason this requires me to get up for 8am shifts almost every day (I don't really know why it has to be that early, its not like the garbage is going anywhere). Anyway, you seem to meet some interesting folks at 8am on a Sunday morning on Main St. There were two stand out ones this morning:
The first was a lady that I simply like to call "Crazy Lady." I know that isn't a politically correct term, but fuck it, she is crazy. She walked past me saying something along the lines of "I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere" and then asked me if I knew where to score some "rocks" for her friend named Mike. I just looked at her with a blank stare, and to my non-reply she shouted out "Don't worry, I'm an undercover drug cop. You want me to get my uniform, just like my friend Steven Segal?" I continued to stare blankly at her and she finally shouted "I'm the GODDAMN QUEEN OF ENGLAND! Do you want to go to bootcamp?" She stormed away right after that leaving me and my coworker to laugh amongst ourselves.
The second obviously disturbed person was a little later in the day. I don't really know how to describe him, he was just an average looking guy, but there was one difference...HE WAS SCREAMING AT HIS IMAGINARY FRIEND NAMED JEREMY WHILE WALKING CASUALLY DOWN THE STREET! He was saying things like "NO JEREMY! IT'S MINE!" etc, etc. I really didn't know what to think of this guy, but every person who was within an earshot of him turned and looked. It was almost like a spectacle.
Anyways, I guess that is all I have to say really, I know its not much. I am sure I will come up with more anecdotes about crazy people soon enough. Until then, good night and good luck.
My summer job basically consists of me cleaning up other people's garbage in the downtown area of my city. For some reason this requires me to get up for 8am shifts almost every day (I don't really know why it has to be that early, its not like the garbage is going anywhere). Anyway, you seem to meet some interesting folks at 8am on a Sunday morning on Main St. There were two stand out ones this morning:
The first was a lady that I simply like to call "Crazy Lady." I know that isn't a politically correct term, but fuck it, she is crazy. She walked past me saying something along the lines of "I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere" and then asked me if I knew where to score some "rocks" for her friend named Mike. I just looked at her with a blank stare, and to my non-reply she shouted out "Don't worry, I'm an undercover drug cop. You want me to get my uniform, just like my friend Steven Segal?" I continued to stare blankly at her and she finally shouted "I'm the GODDAMN QUEEN OF ENGLAND! Do you want to go to bootcamp?" She stormed away right after that leaving me and my coworker to laugh amongst ourselves.
The second obviously disturbed person was a little later in the day. I don't really know how to describe him, he was just an average looking guy, but there was one difference...HE WAS SCREAMING AT HIS IMAGINARY FRIEND NAMED JEREMY WHILE WALKING CASUALLY DOWN THE STREET! He was saying things like "NO JEREMY! IT'S MINE!" etc, etc. I really didn't know what to think of this guy, but every person who was within an earshot of him turned and looked. It was almost like a spectacle.
Anyways, I guess that is all I have to say really, I know its not much. I am sure I will come up with more anecdotes about crazy people soon enough. Until then, good night and good luck.
jayna:
HaHa! I used to work in downtown Atlanta. In the restaurant business. I wouldn't leave work until 4am most weekend nights. Well..when you walk two blocks, down allies to get to your car at 4am, you come across "those crazy people". The skitzo's and tweekers that yell at their feet. It's quite hysterical, huh? Adds a little entertainment to an otherwise average, normal, day. =]