Mention in another thread about freaky things you see at Walmart, and Disney World, reminded me of an exceptionally interesting day at my last job. The day I was lucky enough to meet the man claiming to be Donald Trump, Sr’s best friend. This was a year or so before DJT announced his candidacy, so it was an exceptionally off the wall experience. I was doing unclaimed property(money, stocks, bonds and the like) for a state agency in downtown Jackson, and being the only guy in the UP division I was always the one lucky enough to assist people that came in to file a claim, or just to see if they happened to have anything, since we were downtown, and there wasn’t much of a filter between us and the crazies. People would drive hours, thinking we had a vault of cash that we could just give them their claim from. I had daily letters and phone calls from some of the nicest people I’d ever met, and the next call would be from the craziest and/or meanest person I’d ever met. One day a white guy in his 50s/60s came in, probably homeless, but clearly crazy. Nice guy, but unbalanced for sure. He’d clearly not bathed in weeks, and had chewed his fingernails down halfway through the nail bed. I sat down with him at an office we had by the reception desk so we didn’t have to let anyone in the back where any sensitive info and files might be. He proceeded to tell me that he was Edward Jones’ ~great great grandson, therefore ALL of the stocks and bonds held by the state of Mississippi, and in the entire country, were in fact his. So I searched for Edward Jones, and there were plenty in the system, whether individuals or businesses, so I told him, but also that we were required to have legal documentation to link him back to the names in our system. He obviously didn’t have any of that. We went back and forth for a while about it. He kept insisting that I print him off a list of everything we had so he’d know exactly what was his. Which obviously, I couldn’t/wouldn’t do. Finally he says something to the effect of: “well it’s like my friend Donald, Trump that is, always says, ____ you’re so lucky to be as rich as you are, but still be anonymous. I would love to have that kind of wealth and no one know who I am.” He went on and on about what great friends they were and had grown up together, since the Trumps and Edward Jones were such good friends. At this point I’d been hemmed up in this tiny office with him for about an hour and a half, and had told him nothing appeared to be his a thousand times and encouraged him to leave as politely as I could. So needless to say I was looking for a way out. He mentioned a list again, and it occurred to me that we had a newspaper insert we had put out the previous year with basic info, so I told him that and excused myself. I made the receptionist come to the back with me, just in case he started wandering. I got the paper for him, called Capitol Police from my desk making sure to tell them he was calm and not a threat, but wouldn’t leave. I went back to the office and gave him the paper and encouraged him to head on out. About that time 3 Capitol Police showed up. One lady officer I saw every morning spoke with him and convinced him that she was just there to make sure he found the right place, and made up and excuse to get him to walk out with them. He left still babbling about DJT and said he would just go try his luck at the AG’s office next. After he left, I called the AGs office so they could notify their security. About 20 mins later, the lady officer came back up to check on everything and get details for whatever report because they’d kicked him out and were planning to ban him from the building. We spoke for a bit and as she was getting ready to go, she starts laughing and says “oh yeah about halfway down the elevator he realized he wasn’t going to get to come back up...he said to tell you that he would be calling Mr. Trump about how he was treated today.” To this day, still no word from The Donald...my luck, I’ll see the crazy guy on tv sitting front row at the next state of the union.