I told a homeless guy one night I would buy him scratch tickets if he watched my truck while I was in the bar. Later that night I totally forgot about it, stumbled out, grabbed cab and went home.
The next morning after I picked up my truck I decided to hit Mickey D's for some breakfast, and who should I encounter in the drive thru line but the guy I was supposed to buy scratch tickets for. He asked me for money, and when he recognized me from the night before this crazy look came over his face and he started yelling. I started laughing, which made him even more nuts, and next thing I know he's in the middle of the road on 17th, stopping traffic and SCREAMING at cars, waving his arms around and stomping on the pavement. All the drive thru windows instantly go down and get locked, and all the cars are rolling up their windows and locking their doors. The guy is having a serious meltdown, and I start thinking that even though I gave the guy $5 and a handful of smokes the night before, the fact that he didn't get any scratch 'n plays off me is going to drive him over the edge. I've seen crazy people freak out, but this guy seriously looked like Jack Nicholson in the Shining, if not worse.
I see the guy on 17th from time to time, but I don't think he remembers me. Thank God. I'll never forget the look on his face though... "YOUUUU WEEEEEEEERE SUPPOSED TO BUY ME SCRATCH TICKETS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh sweet mother of god that is funny!!
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There is a guy that hangs around the very west end of downtown that I always see with a plastic bottle of milk that has no lid on it. (well, I assume it's milk...urgh.) Anyway, he walks back and forth over the same 10 feet or so with his arms flailing so wildly that the milk sprays all over the place.
So now when you get off the 10th St. c-train stop and see a big puddle of milk, you know where it came from.
I work at an office on the Crack Mac's corner sometimes, and last week there was this sketchy nutjob who was using his shoe as a cellphone, talking to 'grandma' and then when he'd 'hang up', he'd run across the intersection and start whacking people with the shoe. Then when everyone around him has scattered, he'd talk on his shoe again. Of course, that's not the worst I've ever seen, but definitely up there with the bizarro's on the rest of this thread...
Haha, while going to work yesterday on the ctrain, some nutjob decided it would be uber cool to do chin ups on the ctrain bars. I assume to impress the 2 girls standing beside him.
I'll have you know my shorts are "azure", not plain blue. And I need the weight belt to push the moon out of my face when it gets dark, that sucker's damn heavy.
My brother and I on our way back home from work, were waiting for our bus, when we heard this guy across the street talking. We thought he was on a cellphone at first, but as he got closer and closer he was actually talking to himself, saying "beautiful neighbour" over and over again. Like I mean dozens of times. It was kind of freaky.
A few times on the c-train, you would hear this one guy talking to other passengers. He would go on saying he was some slave or something in another country, and his father freed him. Then he'd ask people "sex for 30 minutes, sex for 30 minutes". Weird guy. He was bald I think, and always carried one of those sticks with a bag at the end of it.
About a year and a half ago, I was on the train going to school and I noticed this guy, who I thought, was rapping to himself. Nothing too out of the ordinary, people sing along to their iPod's all the time. But singing and talking to yourself is a easy thing to mistake. Then about half way through downtown he announces himself to the train as a prophet and goes off on this ridiculous rant about all kinds of stuff. He talked about the world ending, tsunamis hitting the west coast, how God told him to pass on this message and a bunch of other random crap that didn't make sense. His rant probably lasted about ten minutes and people were confused and laughing, no one took him even remotely seriously. He didn't look like some crazy homeless guy either. He just looked like your typical early twenties guy, but of course with that special extra look of crazy in his eyes.
Funny thing is, when I get into class I tell a classmate about some crazy guy talking to everyone on the train. And he says to me, "Oh, did he talk about tsunamis and the end of the world?" I say, yeah. He goes, "yeah I saw that guy last week on the train, he probably gave the same stupid speech then too." He was hence forth known as the C-Train Prophet.
Last year sometime I was on the C-Train on the way to work (around 7:30am). At the Lions Park station, 3 or 4 aboriginals got on the train. The woman of the group looks around, turns to the little old lady standing next to her and says "HI GRANNY!"...the little old lady smiles and says hello. The native lady says "well, at least you're smiling. everyone else on here looks so glum. it's probably because they hate natives. it's ok, I hate natives too"
Last year sometime I was on the C-Train on the way to work (around 7:30am). At the Lions Park station, 3 or 4 aboriginals got on the train. The woman of the group looks around, turns to the little old lady standing next to her and says "HI GRANNY!"...the little old lady smiles and says hello. The native lady says "well, at least you're smiling. everyone else on here looks so glum. it's probably because they hate natives. it's ok, I hate natives too"
I'm not sure if he's still there, but I remember a guy who used to speed walk around U of C (early 2000's) always dressed the same - grey sweat pants & black tee shirt - with a HUGE duffle bag always on his shoulder. He was quite tall and had a bald head and he always reminded me of that white "Micheal Jackson" that Homer meets in the mental institute ("happy birthday lisa...."). I would also see him from time to time randomly around town always dressed the same and often reading a book while speed walking.
There was supposedly a legend about him, that he was badly hit by a U of C maintenance vehicle and thus granted lifelong free tuition in exchange for no publicity/lawsuit.
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I'm not sure if he's still there, but I remember a guy who used to speed walk around U of C (early 2000's) always dressed the same - grey sweat pants & black tee shirt - with a HUGE duffle bag always on his shoulder. He was quite tall and had a bald head and he always reminded me of that white "Micheal Jackson" that Homer meets in the mental institute ("happy birthday lisa...."). I would also see him from time to time randomly around town always dressed the same and often reading a book while speed walking.
There was supposedly a legend about him, that he was badly hit by a U of C maintenance vehicle and thus granted lifelong free tuition in exchange for no publicity/lawsuit.
Are you referring to the Ghost of Mac Hall? I dont think anyone ever saw him in a class. But he was ALWAYS walking through Mac Hall. I think he had a red bandana as well
I work at an office on the Crack Mac's corner sometimes, and last week there was this sketchy nutjob who was using his shoe as a cellphone, talking to 'grandma' and then when he'd 'hang up', he'd run across the intersection and start whacking people with the shoe. Then when everyone around him has scattered, he'd talk on his shoe again. Of course, that's not the worst I've ever seen, but definitely up there with the bizarro's on the rest of this thread...
You know, you could put up a few cameras on that corner and have an awesome reality TV show.
The guy I used to see all the time was an older guy - late 50s I think. Kinda overweight with a green sweater. Dude used to stand outside of Crack Mac's staring straight ahead for hours. I would go to work in the morning, come back and he would be there still - staring. Sometimes he have a coffee that he's take a sip of from time to time but other than he'd just stare straight ahead. I used to see him also in various spots along Stephen Ave - but never walking - just always standing there.
Creeped me out.
I also used to encounter a guy in Garden Towers (apartments by Crack Mac's) - this guy must have been close to 7 ft tall - huge guy - always wearing the same suit that was right out of the 70s and reeked of booze. I used to encounter him in the parkade and elevator all the time and he really creeped me out. Something really off about him.
I used to wonder what her story was. For those who weren't around Stehpen Ave in the 1980s, Disco Betty was an old doll who used to get all dolled up in ballerina-like outfits and just dance down Stephen Ave. She looked like she must have been 70 or 80, and from what I remember of her outfit she used to wear a white tutu with sheer pink nylons. And she'd just dance down the street smiling in a really vacant manner. Even when she looked right at you she looked really vacant, like she didn't even see you.
I remember a bag lady from the 1980s too who was phobic of the suns rays and would bundle up in layers of clothes and wear welders goggles to protect herself from the sun ... seems to me she used to wear plactic bags on her hands and feet too.
I met this old guy on the train one time that wanted to talk to someone about something really important. No one else would give him the time of day and I was alone, bored and going all the way up to the Stamps game from Sommerset so I gladly listened. He had a lot of great and important things to tell the world.
Listen up cause this is all true. I have the documents that he gave me that day my life was turned upside down. They are very official looking photocopies so it must be true. PM me if anyone wants to see the evidence.
He is the real Prime minister of Canada first off. He was imprisoned by a group of Black ops types from the US that wanted to install a new powerbase of individuals form......... Estevan Saskatchwan.
All the most powerful people in the world are from Estevan and are related to the Hart family. The pope for instance is actually a female member of the Hart family. The Clintons, Bush's, all from Estevan, all related to the Harts.
There is much more. Again PM me for the evidence
This old feller offered me a prime place in his government if I was to donate to his cause and which I gladly donated one canadian dollar and took copies of the evidence to share with others.
Has anyone seen the homeless guy downtown that has a fouton frame attached to a bike trailer chassis and pulls it with an electric mini bike?
He's got solar panels on it and some storage containers. Earlier this week I saw him working on it with a cordless drill (??!!) and at the end of the day, I saw he built a roof over the trailer.
I was driving on 9th Downtown by Cowboys and in the lane next to me, some homeless guy walked up to the car in front, stood there for 2 minutes, whipped it out and took a leak on the bumper, smiled and ran off yelling
