A few months go I went to this place to make a delivery, a restaurant, and I’m passing this stuff through the door to the guy in there, some weird foreign guy, and I just asked off hand “you guys busy this weekend?” He goes “I don’t know, I was in another city (a big city)” I said “Oh yeah, what’s going on down there? Can’t be too much with all this s*** going on?” He goes “blah blah blah something something (couldn’t hear or understand) TGirls….” which freaked me out. I swear he said TGirls and that was enough for me to see this guy as a f****** weirdo and to keep my distance from then on. Too much information, I don’t want to hear it, personally. It’s an abnormal act, and it’s f****** abnormal to talk about it to a f****** stranger at work. It’s retarded. Mentally stunted. This is not the internet, this is real life. We are not on Simply Confess.

So whatever. I keep my distance from this guy, he is a weirdo and I say nothing. It’s work. That’s it. Yesterday, I go there, hand the s*** through the door as usual then walk in and downstairs to get s*** signed, it’s him and another guy down there. I go to the other guy for a signature. I’m calm, I just want to get the f*** out of there, I’m busy, this place s**** enough as is, this guy is an idiot, I give the guy the sheet and as the other guy is signing this guy dramatically leans into the guy I’m talking to and says something dramatically in Italian using his hands, he’s not looking at me, he’s looking at the other guy, I’m glancing over thinking “what the f*** is that?” He then mentions the guy that runs the place, the place is owned by the guy who runs the place dad, and I highly suspect that guy (not dad) is a weirdo too. He’s gay. I suspect, but this Italian guy says something about him I think in Italian, and this point he has already managed to freak me out enough that I am shut off, watching where his hands are going, be mentions his managers name and then does some faggy dance, with his hand on his hip. I’m thinking “this guy is real f****** loser fruit loop…” and I know at this point that I heard him right, he did say TGirls, I know this. I’m still not reacting, I sure as f*** am not talking to him, or even looking at him. I take the signed paper, rip off his copy, say to the other guy “thanks brother…” as I am separating them, the fruitloop repeats it “ohhhh, thanks brother?” leaning in looking at me, even the other guy is looking at him like “wtf is wrong with you?” I don’t look at him still, I don’t react, I give the other guy the paper, I turn around and I walk away without looking back and up the stairs, out, while he is still down there making weird noises.

Professional. What I was thinking is “shut up and get a hold of yourself, you stupid, crazy f*****… grow the f*** up…” He probably should have kept his personal life to himself.