Crazy Janitor Man

It's been one crazy ass day.

I took a client to the eye doctor today. On the way home, she asked if I could stop with her to get a bite to eat. We decided to head to the Manassas Mall food court.

We no sooner walked in the mall when a crazy Chinese man starts screaming at us about his chicken. Because I was with a lady who is blind, I was trying to tell her all the different restaurants which are in the food court and this dude is screaming at me, trying to get me to take the chicken on a toothpick. Finally, after several minutes of this nonsense, I put up my index finger right in his face and yelled "CAN YOU GIVE ME A MINUTE!!!!!!" And he continued to tell "FREE SAMPLE! HERE! EAT HERE! FREE CHICKEN!!! HERE!"

Fortunately, at this point "Jane" decided she wanted Chik-Fil-A, so we walked right past this guy and his chicken, and I couldn't stop because Jane is quite elderly and frail and was leaning on my arm.

So, we get her some Chik-Fil-A and we're seated at a table eating our lunch, and a janitor comes over to the table and starts yelling at me. At first, I thought maybe I'd done something wrong, but I couldn't really understand what he was saying. (Seriously, I think I might be losing my hearing in my left ear--I can never understand anyone any more.) So I said, "What?"

Then he really starts to lose it. But very quietly losing it, just going off on me, and I still can't figure out what the hell he's saying, But I look on the floor, and I pick up the CFA bag I had put there to hold the garbage and I try to put it in the trash bag he's got in his hand.

At this point I thought his head was going to explode. I am listening really, really hard, and finally I just stand up and lean in towards him. I notice he is speaking a foreign language, and honestly, I can't say it was Spanish, I don't know what the hell it was. I didn't catch one single word. So I decide to stand up and try to really get up on him so I can finally hear what he's saying, since he won't speak up and I can't catch anything.

The weird thing? The minute I stood up and leaned towards him, he hightailed it out of there like I was going to shoot him.

So I sit back down and ask Jane if she knew what that was all about, and she had no clue either. It was so weird. I don't know if he was mad at me for the bag on the floor, if he was mad at me for sitting at that particular table, if he was mad at me for being uncooperative with the Chinese guy, or if he just didn't like the look of me, period. In any event, "just in case", I cleaned up the table real good before we left!

If I ever make a movie, you can bet Crazy Janitor Man will have a cameo.