Mr. Dishwasher

So, in my last blog, I told you about the cracked out dishwasher at my work at the ski resort. Well, the story about this guy gets a little weirder and scarier. This guy seriously creeps me out. I will try to recreate the scene for you hear on my blog as best I can recall.

Its later in the day, about 5:30p.m. I am going about my usual closing duties. I decide to clean out the large coffee urns in our restaurant. To do this, I have to take them back to the dish pit and rinse them out. So, I grab one of the urns and casually walk through the door to the back room. As I reach the door, I can see the dishwasher through the window, he is staring right at me. Not just a normal stare either, a crazy stare. Like the kind of look you would expect to get from a psych ward prison inmate. Almost a snarl. He looked like he wanted to murder me on the spot. So I try to ignore this horrible look he is forcing on me and I start cleaning out the coffee urn. As I’m doing this, he begins to speak, “Yo, I’m on these pills, they like speed, man. You take ‘em and you start to trip, you know? I get ‘em from the doctor, but if you take too many, man, you start to hear voices and shit, man. You know kinda like me talking to you. You ever have that shit happen to you?” I tried to remain indifferent to what he was saying, “Uhhh….no.”

He goes on. “Yo, I’ll sell some to you for like 10 dollars, you mix ‘em with coffee and that shit’ll be like cocaine, man.” “Uh…no thanks,” I replied.

“Yeah man, I be hearin’ voices though sometimes, man. I be dealing with devils and shit.” Then he realizes that he has been telling me some completely crazy things and adds, “Don’t tell no one I told you that though, ah-ight?” “No problem,” I told him.

This is more or less, what he told me. I also know for a fact that this guy has done time in either prison or jail. I’ve worked with some people that I thought took the cake for being weirdos, but this guy is way beyond them. I figure it is because he is the real thing. I am seriously creeped out by this guy. I think he might crack one of these days. And many of you may be thinking that this guy is just fucking with me. No. He’s too stupid to do that. He gives me these crazy looks and doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He starts talking and doesn’t realize what the fuck he’s saying. He’s fucked up.

Well, I guess that’s all for now. Don’t be surprised if I end up blogging about this crazy bastard again though.

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