*Laugh!!!* XD
Nice.
Hm...
Okay, for those who do not know, I've been in Robotics. This is a fun program, and it had me ending up in Portland for a few days, for the NW Regional convention. Being a rather country-bound individual who doesn't travel much, I am somewhat unaccustomed to city life... it's rather entertaining and different to get to go to a place like Portland for a bit, and I always see something weird and different. This year, I saw a crazy man on the train/bus contraption. Whoohoo.
The team was getting back to the hotel by walking and riding these rather enjoyable little mechanisms (they're a lot of fun to ride; it's like all the joy of sitting on the back of a bus when it fish tales on icy roads minus the less favorable aspects). One session of riding left some of my friends and I standing near the back, directly in front of this man with big, twitchy eyes creating the impression of a chihuahua, only somehow terribly worse.
After a while of riding along, I started to note that he was talking, seemingly to nobody. I shrugged this off; monologues are an essential part of life, after all. But... then...
He started getting louder, and... snatches of slaying, cutting, machine guns and warfare, death and homicidal tendencies grew to be audible. Creepy, eh?
This continued for a number of stops, and I was caught a little off guard when he started a small fit of bizarre cries to the extent of,
"No! No!!!" at his reflection in the window. Eventually we came to a stop, and the people around him began to file out, like there was safety in numbers. Whether this was an attempt at escape or simply their stop, I cannot say.
He let them strain past and then stood there for a while, his talking fading to silence, at last. The bus was stationary, and he still stood there. After a few unremarkable moments, he started stirring, looking around, and a form of recognition started to form on his face. Suddenly, he extended his hands into the air in the form of fists and exclaimed, "China Town!!!" and ran out the door.
While the people around me started to share how they had feared for their life, I started laughing like I was as mad as he was. (You have to admit that his exit was highly amusing.)
So yeah. There's my crazy quote from my trip. XD
Sorry, I know it's lengthy; but you really can't sum something like that up with, "There was a psychotic, possibly homicidal man who was likely on drugs in Portland. Last I saw, he was running away while yelling about China Town."