Who's the weirdest person you have ever worked with?

I need to go apologize to a lot of people I thought were weird or nutcases.

 

Trouser Chili would make a great SJ handle.

 

Well played.

 

I also knew a news editor who lived in a tent in a county park during the summer. He used his tie to keep his car door from flying open, and then when he got to work, he'd put on the tie and go in to work.

 

Those little jelly packs are a treat!

 

On a beat I used to cover, we had to enter the press box by passing through the level where the luxury boxes were. There were two guys who would regularly sneak into the boxes after returning from the locker room. They would pick up food that had been left behind, and take it up to the press box for their private feast. A third of a pizza here, half of a giant sandwich ring there....

 

Wait -- there's a sports department that has leftover pizza?

 

Publisher's son, classic nerd. He was a really nervous type and when he'd get nervous, he would scratch himself ... and his crotch wasn't off limits. Creeped out most of the female reporters because he was always scratching his balls when they had to ask him something. One time he got nervous and scratched a scab on his arm and it started bleeding. He went for it again and wound up with blood on his finger so he stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it clean.
He wanted to join our softball team and since the publisher (his dad) paid our team fee, we had to let him join. He was a scrawny little bastard with think glasses. It was a coed team and he wanted to bring his girlfriend, which floored us because nobody thought he would have a girlfriend. But he brought her along, she was a bit hefty and had a gap in her teeth where she would park a cigarette.

 

Back in the 90s, there was a Wilfred Brimley look-alike in the backshop who was fond of threatening me and my sports colleagues with his X-ACTO knife -- usually on deadline. "(I'll) cut your dick off," he would grumble, for no apparent reason.

Same paper, different dude: He would bring a grocery bag filled with chicken wings to work every night and wash them down with a 2-liter of Coke. He was fat.

 

Was this her?

 

Not quite, the girl was fatter, uglier and had a bigger gap. She could handle a full-size Marlboro. Your girl looks like she could only handle a Virginia Slim.