I've been pretty busy lately but other then my run in at Citibank, few crazy things have happened recently.
My latest incident occurred at a Citibank while I was making a deposit for work. I stood on line behind this visibly not sound of mind man. He kept taking a ticket stub out of his pocket, studying it, then putting it back into his pocket only to remove it and repeat. He never really looked like he was on line, so the three or so people behind me and the three or so ahead of him all looked a bit confused, the former more than the latter. I smelled the crazy all over him, so I pulled out my usual stops: avoid eye contact, avoid being caught staring, nervously fidget with Blackberry as you try to avoid said crazy. Of course, within minutes of this charade he turns to me and says, "Is that him? I think that's him!" He proceeds to wave and smile. "At what?," you wonder? A picture of a baby in a Citibank ad. He then proceeds to tell me that he loves babies so much. As he's called to his appropriate window he is still staring at me. I hear the bank teller asking him where his deposit is and if he is even a member of the bank, but I eventually lose focus on the conversation as I make my own transaction. When I leave, he's still watching me, but thankfully he doesn't follow me to Food Emporium on my next errand.
Why are they always drawn to me? WHY?
