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, Thu 16 Sep 2004, 11:54)
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Not really a nutter, but an interesting man.While waiting for the schoolbus to arrive every morning for middle school, a large, sweaty man with a buzz-cut and slick looking sunglasses would pass by every day in his rusty, old, white SUV. The vehicle was equipped with an intercom that he used everytime he saw us waiting at the corner.
He would slow the car down and say phrases like: "Hey kids, waiting for the bus, alright, great, awesome, have a fun day."
Or: "Another school day, fantastic, that's fabulous, keep up the grades kids."
Sometimes: "What's up students? Wonderful, wonderful. The bus'll come soon. Be sure to get your homework done."
One day saying: "How's it going? That's great. Remember, don't be fool, school is cool."
One day, a menacing looking sophmore flipped him off. He continued to drive by, but never again did he give us the mundane encouragement.
(, Fri 17 Sep 2004, 22:40, Reply)
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