What is the strangest interaction you’ve had with a random stranger?

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In Portland OR I was walking into the Pearl District around 7:00am, I was the only one walking on my side of the street and a guy walking the other way on the other side crossed over and came *right up to me*. I took my headphones out when I saw him coming and thought ‘oh this can’t be good’ and then he asks me very intensely, “**DO YOU LIKE THE X-MAN WOLVERINE**?” Took me by surprise but I answered “uh, yeah?” and he extended his hand to shake and said, “**HI I’M WOLVERINE**.” This was a clean shaved blonde white dude, about 6’1″ 150 pounds with busted up knuckles, and while he was presenting as friendly he was *not* trying to make a joke about his identity. He believed what he was saying. So I just rolled with it and said “Oh cool man, good to meet you. Yeah, I didn’t recognize you without the costume.” We talked for a second and then I did the I-have-to-go stutter walk thing and as I left I told him to watch out for Magneto.

rabiddutchman

Not sure if this is the strangest but fresh in my mind. Bought a Honda Odyssey for the family car. Had a guy stop me in a parking lot, maybe mid to late 50s, asked me if I wanted to join his odyssey club. He then proceeded to tell me it’s more of a cult and I can’t have any felonies but must be willing to commit one. He was clearly joking about that but dead serious about the club. I regret not finding out more but I was just so confused at the time.

treetreestwigbranch

Was at a horror convention. My wife, and two friends we met at the con were at the after party. It was an out door event at the hotel’s pool with a death metal band and Sid Haig serving people drinks with the money going to charity. We were just laughing and joking around when out of the blue an older man entered our conversation. He started by laughing at whatever story we were talking about and we all kind of stopped to look at this dude. This guy was dressed to the nines in all purple. A purple stripped suit, a purple cane and a purple tophat with ribbons. His white beard was dyed purple as was his mustache. He had purple gloves on, purple dress pants, and purple shoes. And this was no cheap cosplay – these were pretty damn expensive looking clothes. Immediately we are fascinated with him. We welcomed him to the circle. He introduced himself as “Mr. Purple.” and that he was “Curious to what was going on at the party.” Apparently he had no idea there was a horror convention going on – that he was just somewhere nearby and saw the after party and decided to come by. He was not odd or unpleasant. He was actually quite nice, joyous, and fun to talk to. He never got into who he was or what he did or why he was purple ; but just made small talk with all of us as we continued sharing stories. Eventually he tipped his hat and thanked us for chatting with him before heading off. We did not see him for the rest of the party. I will never forget you Mr. Purple. Whomever you are.

Videowulff

A few stick in my mind, but this one I have just never understood. I’m at a busy downtown intersection, on a sunny Saturday, waiting for the light to cross. Guy beside me starts making small talk. Very chatty. We had quite a wait for the light for … some reason I don’t remember… so it was a bit of a chat. He made some unusual remarks asking me about my ethnicity (somewhat accurate). Then it was him telling me his life story, out of the blue. Ok, maybe he’s hyper for some reason. I’d just moved to the city from a more rural area so I was polite and didn’t elbow him away. Not sure if maybe I should have. His story about himself was just a bit memorable because it involved some globetrotting and a few other random details. I thought nothing more about it after crossing the street and we went separate ways. Then a couple of months later I’m in a downtown mall. Same guy walks up to me, out of nowhere, and starts chatting to me again. I interrupted him and said “Yeah, I remember meeting you before,” and I repeated the life story ramble that he’d done earlier. At that point he does a disappearing act. I have no clue to this day what that was about. Just odd.

Brillo_Box

I guess not really strange, but it’s stuck in my mind for over 10 years. I had just moved halfway across the country for work. After a couple of months there, my great grandmother passed just before her 101st birthday. I got an early morning flight back to my home state. The lady next to me was probably just near retirement age. I wasn’t crying, but just keeping to myself as one does when traveling with things on their mind. Once we were able to let our trays down, I dropped mine and laid my head and arms on the tray, and just watched the city lights out the window. For nearly the entire flight, this woman started rubbing my back and told me everything would be okay. I normally hate being touched, and honestly don’t seek comfort very often. But that was one of the most comforting things that’s ever happened, and I just let it happen. So wholesome strange I guess.

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