Invasion of the Body Snatchers

December 11, 2012
I went into work early one night to have a bite before my shift. Everyone was acting kind of strange. The bartender told me that we had to get rid of a guy who was sitting at the bar. The guy was watching TV but he was talking to the TV as well. I asked, but he wasn't drunk, hardly had anything to drink. So, I padded over and introduced myself. He shook my hand but wouldn't look at me. I asked if he was ok and he said he was. I said he seemed agitated and if he kept talking to himself he's have to go. He agreed and I moved on.

Five minutes later my new friend got up and left. He left his wallet, keys, smokes and lighter behind. About a half hour later he returned, sitting at a different table and just sort of stared at the ceiling. Or a wall, or where the ceiling meets the wall maybe, I dunno. I brought him his stuff and told him he should probably go. He thanked me and left. Waitress told me he'd been babbling about aliens and the end of the world. Cool.

About a week later I went to see the manager about something or other and he told me that Space Guy was in on Tuesday and stayed from about 10am till midnight. He came before we even opened the next day and stayed until about 4 when a waitress complained about him being there all the time.

Turns out his cable got cut off, so he was coming just to watch TV. We don't have the sound on during the day but that didn't seem to bother him at all. He hasn't been back since, but as we creep towards 12.12.12, I can't help but wonder if I'm not going to see this guy in the near future bragging about how he was right about the end of the world as he enters his awaiting space craft heading for the heavens.

More likely I'll have to kick him out for loitering.