A large agitated man once wandered up next to me at a bar. He looked... mentally not right. I could tell right off the bat. He cast a weird vibe. He was in my space and he said something, and I'm nice enough so I engaged him. We actually talked Rockets in depth. Specifically the Othella Harrington era. He knew his stuff. Kept going on about him and his dad. The Rockets were that connection for him. Outside he had a drunk GF or possibly prostitute with him. She was attractive but beat. Life had her beat. When he would speak to her he would yell and act out in anger. She was trash to him. Less than human. I could tell this guy felt a rapport with me. Like I understood him. It was weird and I never felt comfortable at any point. I just wanted him to leave so I could post up and relax but he was venting about his childhood (who does that with a stranger). Then he rambles on about killing people in vague ways. Eventually it was clear to me this man had killed someone or thought about killing people and for all I know wanted to kill me or that woman he was with. It shook me for a day or two.
Maybe not creepy as much as awkward and hilarious. I was walking my dachshund in Zilker Park in Austin when a girl comes up to me and says, "Can I touch your wiener?"
Baumer wins the thread. Ziggy ain't far behind. What happened to Ziggy probably has happened to me before. I'm a really friendly guy but when weirdos come up to me...I'm not shy to say mmhmm and move if I need to.
The creepiest thing that someone said to me was "do you want to buy a Mont Blanc Meisterstuck Wallet"?. He kept saying it was new but I could tell it had been used because it had a flatulence smell that permeated the area! Man that was creepy AND smelly!... ....... ....... .......
This actually happened to me a few days ago. So I was walking down the street late at night to pick up some dinner. It was dark, rainy, and cold outside, and as I walking past a Starbucks I saw a 20-something, normal looking dude leaning up against a building. He was kind of hunched over, and as I got closer I could see that he was muttering to himself under his breath like some stereotypical mentally ill person. When he noticed me, he looked up excitedly and screeched in a high-pitched, crazy voice, "my name is ANDROMEDOUS (sp?) and it is very nice to meet youuuuu." I just nodded at him and kept on walking, but as I passed him, he growled, "I'm going to kill you." At that point I was just like "NOPE NOPE NOPE" and hurriedly walked/sprinted away from there to the sound of him screaming "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" at me. It was pretty scary.
Freshmen year in high school. I was on the bart (train in SF) heading home from school and this 70+ year old lady looked at me and said "Do you go to college"? She was smiling and seemed innocent just like any old lady and I thought she was just being friendly striking up random conversation. I went on and told her no I don't, that I was a freshmen in high school. She responded while grinning "Oh wow, you look older, I bet you get a lot of p***y huh? And I looked at her in shock, and thought to my self that I wish I misheard here, but I knew that I didn't. I just nodded and turned away. Creepy as ****.
"Do you wanna make $100?" Said by a creeper in the Sharpstown Food Court Arcade about 82 or 83. I was 12 or 13. Was the tops until getting death threats during the last CRB show from an old business connection. I have it all recorded but cannot bring myself to listen to it. Worst. Show. Ever.
Me and this new dude in neighborhood I was raised in start talking about butt naked strip clubs. Conversation goes for awhile, then he says this "I go in tha back an get me a blow job, here bi#ch take a shot ah deez aidzz". That threw me straight the hell off, 1 year later he shows up at my door about 65 pounds lighter begging for a ride. I told him nah, and shut the door, never seen him again.
