I had to go down the co-location facility to reboot the old shell server, eskimo.com.  After doing that I stopped at a Jack In The Box about a block away, both because I needed to use a rest room and there are none provided in the co-location facility (you would think that a place where people occasionally might have to work for hours would provide such things) and I was hungry.

     I’m sitting at a table eating my Jack’s Spicy Chicken sandwich when this man comes in.  He is well dressed and groomed, gives all the appearances of a functional person, until he takes a position more or less at the centre of the restaurant, and starts announcing that all the Starbucks within walking distance have bombs in their telephones.  He further announces that the FBI and CIA are in on it.  They’ve killed tens of thousands, no hundreds of thousands.  He then started to mutter about the drugs they make him take (and he obviously hadn’t taken).

     At this point one of the store employees threatens to call the police and then pulled out a cell phone and started to dial, and then the man left.

     Too bad, I wanted to hear the rest of the story…  Not to dismiss the serious of this man’s condition, but he’s not the first schizophrenic I’ve encountered, but I do find it interesting how the stories they tell are so much like a dream, jumping from subject to subject without any logical constraints that normally apply to every day reality.

     Well anyway, that’s been the highlight of my day, so far..