With Friends Like These....
Day 8
Ok, i'm stretching a bit today. This guy was not so much a weirdo per se. He was quite entertaining. But I still came away thinking “why did you feel the need to tell me that story?” So, I'm saying that the fact that he told me this story with no provocation was a little weird and therefore, he deserves to be a part of the experiment.
Here's how the conversation with him went.
Me…”Hi, how are you?”
Him…"Very well thank you. Hey, you’ve changed buildings?”
Me…”Yeah, wow, you’ve got a good memory. I’ve been here for 18 months now.”
Him…”Yeah and on top of that I’ve only just started back to work after 2 years recovering from a motorbike accident.”
Me…”Wow.”
Him..."I'll tell you why. It's a funny story."
Then he proceeded to tell me how he had been in hospital for ages and only just gone back to work. He was quite self deprecating and said that his “accident” was hilarious because he wasn’t actually riding the bike at the time. He was walking back to it, slipped in a puddle of water, and fell backwards, hitting his head. The hospital put him in an induced coma for two months while he healed and when he came around, he had a slight case of amnesia. His mates, bless them, had all visited often and tried to help out with the memory thing by bringing in mementos of their past adventures in the hopes that it would trigger something for him.
Now, let me describe this guy before I continue. It helps to have a mental image. Obviously he’s a bikie, mid fifties maybe, long grey pony-tale, leathers, spikes, big moustache, tall. Well spoken though. Obviously intelligent. Anyway, I deduce that his mates must be of similar ilk. So here they are, showing him pics and flyers of places they had been and keep asking “Do you remember when we went here?....”.
Problem is....all the pictures are of gay venues.
So this guy is lying there, just recovered from two months in a coma, thinking…”Shit, I must be gay…that doesn’t seem right…but my mates are showing me all these places we went to…but then how come the nurse is looking cute to me?” Well… turns out the friends are just playing a joke on him. They had photo-shopped the images and had him going for a couple of hours before coming clean. Hilarious!! All that effort!!
I was duly entertained. But at the end of it, I still wondered why he felt the need to tell me all that..and why did he emphasise…at least 5 times…. “But I’m not REALLY gay”….methinks perhaps he doth protest too much!!
Ok, i'm stretching a bit today. This guy was not so much a weirdo per se. He was quite entertaining. But I still came away thinking “why did you feel the need to tell me that story?” So, I'm saying that the fact that he told me this story with no provocation was a little weird and therefore, he deserves to be a part of the experiment.
Here's how the conversation with him went.
Me…”Hi, how are you?”
Him…"Very well thank you. Hey, you’ve changed buildings?”
Me…”Yeah, wow, you’ve got a good memory. I’ve been here for 18 months now.”
Him…”Yeah and on top of that I’ve only just started back to work after 2 years recovering from a motorbike accident.”
Me…”Wow.”
Him..."I'll tell you why. It's a funny story."
Then he proceeded to tell me how he had been in hospital for ages and only just gone back to work. He was quite self deprecating and said that his “accident” was hilarious because he wasn’t actually riding the bike at the time. He was walking back to it, slipped in a puddle of water, and fell backwards, hitting his head. The hospital put him in an induced coma for two months while he healed and when he came around, he had a slight case of amnesia. His mates, bless them, had all visited often and tried to help out with the memory thing by bringing in mementos of their past adventures in the hopes that it would trigger something for him.
Now, let me describe this guy before I continue. It helps to have a mental image. Obviously he’s a bikie, mid fifties maybe, long grey pony-tale, leathers, spikes, big moustache, tall. Well spoken though. Obviously intelligent. Anyway, I deduce that his mates must be of similar ilk. So here they are, showing him pics and flyers of places they had been and keep asking “Do you remember when we went here?....”.
Problem is....all the pictures are of gay venues.
So this guy is lying there, just recovered from two months in a coma, thinking…”Shit, I must be gay…that doesn’t seem right…but my mates are showing me all these places we went to…but then how come the nurse is looking cute to me?” Well… turns out the friends are just playing a joke on him. They had photo-shopped the images and had him going for a couple of hours before coming clean. Hilarious!! All that effort!!
I was duly entertained. But at the end of it, I still wondered why he felt the need to tell me all that..and why did he emphasise…at least 5 times…. “But I’m not REALLY gay”….methinks perhaps he doth protest too much!!
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