Local NuttersEverywhere in the world has its fair share of deranged people. I grew up in Wolverhampton and remember the Polish tramp who lived in a tent on the roundabout. Legend had it that his coat was stuffed with cash. More recently I notice the guy who spends his day pushing a trolley round Camden Sainsburys shouting, "Best of luck!". Constantly. Tell us about your local nutters. Points for details. Extra points for photos.
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rob You should follow me http://twitter.com/robmanuel, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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Just this morningI am at a school function volunteering when this man who works there stares straight at me, as if he is annoyed that I'm not doing something he expects me to do. After a few seconds of general staring, he says, "Hey, hey, are you busy?"
me: "No, not at all, in fact; I'm looking for someone who needs help."
him: "Oh, in that case, don't bother. Oh, nevermind: I need you to get me my coat."
me, flummoxed: "err..."
Him: "Oh, wait, you're breaking up. Hold on." He then proceeds to take a mobile phone out of his pocket. This whole time he's been looking at me, talking on his mobile with an ear bud.
Luckily I don't believe anyone noticed I had said anything. And he kept up such a convincing act.
fucker.
(, Sat 18 Sep 2004, 19:10, closed)
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