The weirdness seems to follow me where ever I go. I was working at the ice-cream franchise in boystown when this tacky looking tranny (that means transvestite/transsexual for anyone who may be reading this after coming out a cave after 50 years....) barges in, puts her/his hands on the counter and says "can I get a free scoop of ice cream" in a very rude fashion. I said very plainly "NO, you just cut the line" It turns out that he/she was distracting me whilst his/her partner fished a few dollars out of our tip jar. I swear there must be a special place in hell for tip thieves...
Then there was the guy at the corner grill the other day, he just creeped me out. I sat down at the counter close to the TV so I could watch Family Guy and this old-ish fellow (probably in his early 50's) looks at me. And says :"I like Stewie" (the baby with the football shaped head, English accent, matricidal/homicidal tendencies, and a bit of a swish in his step if you know what I mean) "that's my favorite character" "Yeah I like Stewie too" I replied, waiting patiently for my hot dogs. "What's your first name?" "P******" I replied. He told me his and shook my hand. He said that's a good name, there is a saint named after you, chased all the snakes out of Ireland" It was at that moment I noticed that the guy was eating just a hamburger patty, no bun, no lettuce or tomato, none of that just a single patty that he ate with a knife and fork. He finished his food, got up, looked over at me and said " Patrick, god is watching you so you be a good child of god" or something like that, it just gave me a creepy vibe.
Then there was the guy that said that Chicago was being run by the Aztecs (I'm pretty sure that he meant the Atlanteans) and that they traveled around around with a famous red-headed actress. Gee, and all this time I thought that the mob ran Chicago. He also said that he was a writer and was owed millions of dollars and that he had to pay even more money to get it it back.
Sounds to me like he was the victim of the Nigerian E-mail scam.
Do I have a neon sign over my head that says:"Crazy people stop here!"
