User blog comment:SuperFlash101/Civility and Blogs: What's Allowed and What's Expected/@comment-961279-20100403164106

Last weekend, I got bored so I decided to go stand outside the grocery store and talk to strangers. But instead of saying hello and talking to them, I spouted random things at them. "Horses are never pink." "Why doesn't this store sell blue bananas?" "If a lightbulb burns out, why can't it burn on?" "Flibberwobbat." That sort of thing. The managers let me be, because I didn't seem to be hurting anybody. I was just this guy that seemed to be having fun.

I came back the next day and did the same thing. And the next. The day after, I decided to add noises to my repertoire. I was really proud of this last part. Some of them even sounded like I had been struck in the head with a golf club. But, people didn't seem to be smiling any more at this odd duck who was standing near the entrance to the store. A couple of them heard me, turned around and got back in their cars.

The managers weren't so amused any more. They asked me to leave. I refused. I had a right to say whatever I wanted, no matter if other people didn't want to hear it. They escorted me off the property and forbid me to ever come back because I was costing them customers.

In the end, nobody was really happy with the situation. The managers had to post signs prohibiting loitering, saying random things and making random noises. My girlfriend told me I needed to grow up. She's not my girlfriend any more.