Turnstile Jumper

A group of friends and I were leaving the Train station when we saw a fifty-year-old man climbing over the turnstile to avoid paying. As we left the station and went out onto the street he approached us and started talking to us like he was part of our group.

"So, where are we going today?" Mr. Cheap said, with the peculiar brand of friendliness associated with certain types of mental illness.

We tried ignoring Mr. Cheap and Crazy but he kept following us down the street.

I, who was holding the map, tried to quietly direct my friends towards the direction we should be going.

Mr. Cheap & Crazy & Persistent, who was apparently old but not deaf, turned conspiratorily towards a member of my group and said "I wouldn't believe her."

We increased our speed to get away from Mr. Cheap & Crazy and & Persistent & Paranoid.

As I hustled everyone into a Federal Building (with armed security standing near the entrance) Mr. CCPP turned away (but not before shaking the hand of the one he had "conspired" with).

Moral of this story: Crazy people can still understand guns.