Why, oh why am I the one that attracts all the crazies?
Yesterday I was called to the service desk by the STL for a subject having a fit, sitting on the ground and digging through his stuff and yelling incoherently. I go talk to him, and he's rambling about needing to find his receipt so that he can return a bike he has. I tell him that he needs to do that outside because he is causing a disturbance, and he goes into hysterics. I calm him down, my ETL grabs his bike and carries it outside, and we get him outside, and he finally finds the receipt from his purchase. I tell him that he can do the return, but then he'll have to leave the store for the rest of the day, and he happily agrees, so we go back iinsid, I stay with him as he waits at the service desk, and he starts rambling on about some misadventure in San Francisco involving being tackled by security. He stops suddenly, tilts his head sideways while looking at me and says in a different voice
"I commute with God. God is great. God has a plan for everything and everyone. God has told me that he is happy with you, and that you are a part of God's plan, and that you are following God's plan. You have been blessed by the Patron Saint of Target [indecipherable name], and when you move on from this life to the next, you shall take over and become the next Patron Saint of all Targets!"
Hey then starts talking normally again, and does the return and leaves.
WTF?
To be continued...