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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Red card, buddy!Around the LaTrobe Valley, Victoria (Australia), there are many surrounding power stations, so you can imagine there would be many nutters around.
One that springs to mind is Mark. He spends all day talking to the employees at Coles, Target, Safeway and Big W. If he sees you, he'll ask whether is doing a good job. If you say yes, he'll say "Thanks for that, buddy!" and give you an enthusiastic round of applause.
If you say no, he gives you a yellow card. He will ask again and if you say "no" again, he will give you a red card and send you to an imaginary sin-bin.
I heard once that someone did something so bad, that Mark issued them with a BLACK card.
But when he's not talking, he'll be juggling coins from hand to hand, jingling his keys right in front of his face or tapping his broken watch, trying to find the time.
(, Tue 21 Sep 2004, 23:18, Reply)
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