This morning at work, the crazy guy suddenly launched into a story that had absolutely nothing to do with anything we had been discussing.
"One time I went whitewater rafting with these other guys. There was this guy whose job it was to take people down the river. He was a guide, and that's all he did. That night when we got out of the river, there was this huge cooler that was filled with alcohol. I mean it had everything: beer, Jack Daniels, gin, vodka, you name it. The guide got so messed up that he couldn't stand and ended up calling his wife to come and get him. THAT'S THE PERFECT JOB FOR ME!!"
I just nodded.