I Won't Talk Turkey With Someone Who Don't Want to Talk TurkeyOK, I'm starting to think it's me. I attract crazy people. And today, I literally mean it, not in a derogatory way, just in a "this guy seriously has mental problems" kind of way.
This guy was sitting beside me on the busride home, he turns to me.
Guy - "Did you have turkey for Christmas dinner?"
Me - "yes"
Guy - "Poultry, meaning chicken, turkey, duck and geese are the slaves of humans"
Me - "ok"
Guy - "they're carted around just like people are packed into this bus. Did you know that when they brought people over from Africa to be slaves, the ships were called slavers?"
Me - "No, I didn't know that'
Guy - "Now I call the trucks that carry the chickens slavers. And I call busses Humaners. I went downtown to deal with my employment compensation and there were all these people in the building. I think the "institution" is like a human, and all the humans in the "institution" are like cells of the human"
Me - "ok"
Guy - "Chickens are our slaves. Would you eat a chicken if you were in heaven?"
Me - "ummm I guess so"
Guy - "Chickens in heaven is like having a lambourgeni (spelling?) You don't really need it but it's nice to have. I was going to tell this guy *points at a guy sitting in front of us who has his sweater hood pulled all the way over his face* that chickens are the slaves of humans, but he doesn't want to know about it and I don't want to tell people about turkeys if they don't want to know about turkeys"
Me - *Thinking to myself- I don't want to know about turkeys!*
Guy - "My psychiatrist is trying to get me free tickets to the citadel theater. That's entertainment. Entertainment for humans"
Me - "Yup they have some good shows there"
Guy - "Darn right they do, shows for humans"
Me - "Oh this is my stop. Gotta go"
I walked the rest of the way home.