Actual street encounter quasi-conversation from about half an hour ago.
"Hey! Got a cigarette?"
"I don't smoke."
*long pause* "Thanks for the whorehouse, Satan."
So apparently I am now the Hebraic designated tester and own a terminally-understaffed brothel.
...now what?
And when it comes to "Pony Hitler," is this a step up or a step down?
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Is that a dig at a certain public figure's tweets?
it's 3 am, what did you expect? sanity?
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I guess it could be worse. I could be solving crimes in Los Angeles.
...@#$% it, now I have to move to Nevada...
If you're Pony Hitler, are we the Pony Nazis?
This is an extremely odd escalation. From "Would you provide for me the most common form of nicotine delivery?" To "You are evil incarnate, in charge of a place that provides illicit sex for money." All within less than a second. That is one hell of a deductive leap.
You seem to be a magnet for a very special form of crazy.
Huh. Given the whole "three heads and body as long as the Earth's diameter" thing, I'd think that guy would pay you a bit more respect. About how drunk or otherwise chemically incapacitated would you say he was?
I can honestly say I have never heard someone insulted with that.
I can only assume that something about your appearance at 3 AM bespeaks to a provider of vices, and if cigarettes aren't on the menu then logically something else must be?
This is a cosmic absolute, I think. Even on the internet, where everyone is operating in different time zones, the strangest conversations always seem to happen at 3am local to wherever you happen to be at the moment.
I was out jogging at 3AM (35 years ago). Small town, so no one was around to see how lame I was at it.
Only ever met 1 person, who told me that they were out at night because they couldn't die. After they killed people in a car wreck, God wouldn't let them die but sent them forth with the Mark of Cain.
Next day, the cops told me it was a metal plate in his head & he was (mostly) harmless. Could have been worse -with that origin, he could have been a Bat Villain.
This is why I dont leave home.
I get stuff like this to at random times and places.
This is why I quit smoking, can't ever get cigarettes at 3am.
Revenge of the pianos.
Watch your back in dark alleys, and keep an ear out for the telltale tinkling of the ivories.
I had better luck... While I was lifting groceries from a shopping cart into my car in a supermarket parking lot, a guy walked up and asked for spare change. I sympathetically replied, "I know how that feels--I haven't had a steady paycheck since 2011." and then turned back to him while reaching into my pocket for the change... The guy was walking away.
...Huhh. Who'd a thunk it?
Things get very strange that late at night. I'm not sure if it's because you're already tired so the surrealism is amplified or if it's just the time where people get weird anyway.
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Indeed. You could have been at Wafflehouse...
I had an equally odd conversation at a hardware store at about 10:30 AM today.
ME: "Hey, do you guys sell keyrings?"
HARDWARE STORE GUY (HSG): "Yeah, over there. You can get one with a whistle on it for when you get attacked in the park. Shame of it is, no one's gonna come help you."
ME: "Uh, heh."
[I walk over to the counter, put the keyring on the counter with my credit card.]
HSG: "Oh, don't worry about paying. Come back and see us soon."
I'll be honest, I'm one of those kinds of people you see wandering in all black clothing in a hoodie with black gloves and a gas mask on at 3AM on a weekend.
I dont talk to people though. Just stand silently and watch. Wouldn't want to be awkward.