Two rather interesting individuals residing in the hostel at the moment.
Crazy middle aged lady walks around talking to herself and random people. She once popped her head in the door of my room and started telling me how she was once a student at Harvard. According to her she studied the police while at this prestigous University and they have been chasing her ever since.
Crazy middle aged man seems normal it takes awhile to figure out he is totally loopy. During my one month stay here he has claimed to have been: a black ops specialist, a currency exchange expert, a sailing guru, fluent in Chinese, and he often wanders around sharpening a leatherman. He was picked up north of Campbell river wandering around in the woods wearing a balaclava and brandishing a machete, he was brought here for mental health treatment. He is always in the kitchen waiting to have a conversation with you so it can be hard to avoid him. Today I was wearing a snug shirt and he walked up behind me and goes "Oh, you have a big snarl in your back," and proceeds to try and kneed my back. The snarl he was referring to was my bra strap. Moron.
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