Stark Mumbling Mad

On Wednesday at about ten fifteen most of the people have cleared out of the bar. All my tables are gone, I'm sweeping up, and there are five people left upstairs, three of whom are staff. A guy in a red sweatshirt wanders in and my first thought is to wonder where he came from and what he's doing here. He looks nothing like our regular crowd (mainly middle-aged professionals) because he's late twenties, in sloppy clothes and looks like he's unfond of grooming. Okay, so my actual first thought was "Where did wolfman come from?" thanks to his facial hair.

He sits down at the bar and I don't pay him much attention. I grab the broom and start sweeping, during which I happen to overhear a bit of what this guy's saying. I can't make any sense of it because he's mumbling and nonsensical. All I get is Dave doing his best to blow the guy off. I make my way over near the door and then I hear the crazy guy saying, "I just wanna sit for a while" and Dave replying, "Sorry, man. You can't hang out here," and "Have a good one," to which the guy doesn't move. So, a good five minutes later of Dave repeatedly telling the guy to move along, he finally gets up. I make my way over near Dave and behind the bar because this guy makes me uneasy and I don't want to be standing by the door alone as he passes by.

The loony leaves, I wait for him to cross the street, then I get back to sweeping. Before I'm finished, who should wander back in? Apparently, he either forgot that Dave told him to get lost, or forgot that he'd even come in our bar in the first place. Heck, probably both. He sits down and mumbles something to Dave about how, "They're watching me." Super.

At this point Dave #2 comes up from the basement to hide from the trivia people for a while and comes over by me and Alex. I whisper to him that Dave just kicked this guy out, and we all sit back and watch.

Another ten minute conversation of Dave nicely telling the guy to get the hell out, including a bit about liability and the fact that the guy's pretty messed up, sitting in our bar and how cops wouldn't be inclined to have a conversation about the fact that Dave never, in fact, served the crazy guy. During this conversation, loony replies by reaching out his arm, pointing to a burn on his wrist, and saying "What does that mean?", "Why would they burn me like that?", and something about wanting to meet women. I start to wonder if we're going to see some excitement because Dave's going to call the cops or something, when the guy finally realizes that Dave is, once again, telling him to leave. He mumbles something else then wanders out the door.

Me: Jeez, what was he on? Or, was it that he wasn't on what he's supposed to be?
Dave 2: Ali, you gotta tell your boyfriend to stop coming in when he's all ripped like that.
Alex: Yeah.
Me: That's it, I'm not talking to either of you anymore.