So, last night was the first time Iâ€™ve ever been creeped out by something on the road. Iâ€™ve only been doing this 3 years, so I donâ€™t know if Iâ€™m ahead or behind the curve on this.
Last night, had an uneventful flight from Chicago Oâ€™Hare to Richmond, VA. Guy next to me in first (737 with 20 first class seats on a 9:30pm arrival into Richmond, VA. Everyone got upgraded) came on at the end of boarding, out of breath after clearly running through the airport. We exchange pleasantries, we settle into our headphones-and-TV shows (Top Gear, Season 21, Episodes 2 and 3 for those playing at home). As we get ready to land, he leans over and comments on the two â€œgentlemenâ€ that had talked over the security demonstration by borderline screaming at each other and talked the whole flight. We both agree theyâ€™re giant douchebags. We land, wish each other safe travel, and go our separate ways.
Get to the Richmond Marriott around 10:15pm, which is good time considering Richmond got 4 inches of snow that day. Hit the room, lounge is closed for the night, so I head down to the hotel restaurant. Now, Iâ€™m not a real social butterfly. Iâ€™m an introvert by nature, so as much as I like to chat with people I know, I find meeting new people exhausting. Iâ€™m not a â€œsit at the bar and nurse a beer and talk about the kids with Bob the insurance salesman from Kansasâ€ kind of guy. So, I ask for a table rather than sitting at the bar.
Iâ€™m seated, waitress brings a glass of water, and Iâ€™m looking at the Vanilla Porter they have on tap and a burger (itâ€™d been 10 hours since lunch, leave me alone). Iâ€™m on my iPad reading Twitter or whatever, and happen to notice someone walk in, and sit at the table next to mine (2 tops, half booth, 2 tables on this wall). It strikes me as odd, as there was a â€œplease wait to be seatedâ€ sign, and no one took him to his table.
â€œHey buddy, howâ€™s it going?â€ Some random guy in a grey hoodie has sat next to me. â€œHi.â€ Back to the iPad. â€œWhatcha drinking?â€ I look in front of me at the glass of water and say â€œJust a water.â€ And go back to the iPad. â€œI was going to offer to buy you a drink.â€
At this point, Iâ€™m uncomfortable. The guy has exceeded being friendly and is now genuinely annoying me. â€œThanks, but Iâ€™m good.â€ And I go back to the iPad. He motions for me to lean in, and he points to a group of people about 20 feet away. â€œTen guys and one girl. Howâ€™s that happen?â€ Itâ€™s worth noting that the guy is about as white skinned as me (Iâ€™m just this side of transparent) and the group of people are all dark skinned. â€œDunno,â€ I say and go back to the iPad.
â€œHow old are you? You canâ€™t be but maybe 23, am I right?â€ Alarms start sounding internally at this point. â€œIâ€™m in my thirties.â€ â€œNo way! Damn man, you must have great genes.â€ â€œThanksâ€ and I go back to the iPad.
“Are you staying nearby?â€
Okay, now, Iâ€™m playing scenarios in my head. Is he trying to pick me up? Thatâ€™d be a first, so not likely. So, being a nerd working for a information security company, I jump to social engineering/recon. Is he trying to get info about me so he can try and get into my room? To steal from me? Not sure. I say â€œHere, actuallyâ€ (bad answer! Damn it!) and get out my iPhone. I text my wife â€œCall me right now.â€ And go back to the iPad. He orders a drink (vodka and coke?)
â€œWhat do you do for a living?â€ â€œIâ€™m an IT consultantâ€ â€œOh man, thatâ€™s awesomeâ€ and holds out his fist for a fistbump. What can I do? I return it. â€œIâ€™m an electrical engineer. I love working on computers. Do you know anyone who is hiring?â€ â€œNo, unfortunately, I donâ€™t. My company just let some people go not too long ago.â€ â€œOh man, is the economy still that bad?â€ â€œIt ebbs and flows.â€ Get out the iPhone and text my wife again â€œThereâ€™s a guy bugging me and wonâ€™t leave me alone, please save me.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s good here?â€ â€œNot sure.â€ â€œMan, those ribs sound good. You want to split a rack of ribs?”
My phone rings. Salvation!! â€œNo, thanks for the offerâ€ and I answer the phone, holding it so that my hand and the phone blocks my entire view of this weirdo. We spent 3 minutes or so playing charades as she tries to guess whatâ€™s going on. â€œYou ran into him at the airport bathroom and he followed you to the hotel.â€ etc. The guy then taps me on the shoulder, interrupting my phone call to ask if I knew where the restrooms were. I say â€œNot sureâ€ and resume my faux conversation with my wife. He didnâ€™t get the hint. Itâ€™s time to do something more drastic. As I tell my wife â€œThe guy next to me interrupted us to ask where the bathroom was.â€ She responds with some profanity asking if I was joking. I notice he has now turned towards the aforementioned group of 10 people. He proceeds to raise his hand with his index finger extended into the air and says â€œExcuse me! Do yâ€™all know where the bathroom is?â€ They donâ€™t acknowledge his existence.
He gets up and as soon as heâ€™s more than 5 feet away, I get up and beeline towards the bar where the waitresses are milling around. Iâ€™m explaining to my wife whatâ€™s going on, getting my food to go and heading to the room. Just as I get near the waitress, I hear someone say â€œHey!â€ and I turn. Itâ€™s the guy I sat next to on the flight, sitting at the bar eating dinner. â€œDude, thereâ€™s some nutjob who wonâ€™t leave me alone. Can I sit next to you?â€ â€œSure man, whatâ€™s going on?â€
Shortly after I explain the situation to the waitresses, a 6â€™6â€ 400 pound linebacker dude in a suit introduces himself as hotel security and asks me to tell him what was going on. He got escorted from the premises.
I have a nice dinner chatting with Matt (he sells linear accelerators for radiation treatments), before retiring to the hotel room and explaining the whole thing to my wife. Pretty sure she said â€œWTFâ€ about thirty times. We came to the conclusion that he was trying to stick someone with his food bill by being all â€œsure it can be on one check, weâ€™ll split itâ€ type thing. I still keep playing in my head that it could have been an attempt to scope me for theft of some sort. Then I enjoyed some of the 50ml bottle of Balvenie 12 Year Doublewood I brought along in my suitcase.
Anyway, thatâ€™s my first serious â€œwhat in the fucking fuck is going onâ€ Iâ€™ve had in quite a while. Stay safe out there, kids.