I have this one coworker who is eccentric in the artistic sense. I have to say "in the artistic sense" because all of my coworkers are weird in their own little way and it is unfair to single one person as being more weird than the next. Because you can't classify these things.

Anyway, this coworker is a 30-something man living in Philadelphia. From what I can discern, he has a daughter but he is divorced and has a girlfriend named Edna or something like that. He posted on the pharmacy fridge this poem:

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue.
I like peanut butter,
Can you skate?

This is what I mean by "eccentric in the artistic sense." Sometimes he'll quote Shakespeare. Like today he said, "That lady doth complain too much, methinks." From Hamlet. Well, I told him it was from Hamlet since apparently he hasn't read the play ever before. In the pharmacy there are bags for each nurses station labeled 2A or 2B or 4A etc. Well, for 4B he wrote "4" out in fancy letters and drew a picture of a bee with buzzing sounds underneath so there is no confusion.

We have this Indian women who works in the pharmacy too and sometimes she has this accent that makes it hard to understand, especially when she's talking about drugs. Anyway, one day we ran out of staples or something so she told him (Marc) to order some more. But her wording was off since she didn't speak English natively. So Marc, being Marc, wrote down exactly what she said on the order pad for the people in the morning. So I was there the next day and saw a chorus of giggles. Marc had written down "stepler pins". Stapler pins. Which would be...staples. And of course, sometimes Marc would write down "cucumber" or "gallon of milk" on the order form just to be funny.

His stories about his daughter are funny too. Like, from what I gather, his daughter is a huge dork who is interested in Japanese anime/culture and who is on the computer all day long. He describes how when he attempts to engage his daughter in conversation she just says, "Goodbye dad." and waves her hands. I mean, he's not mad, just amused.

I wouldn't know how I would react if I had kids who did that to me. But hopefully I never have kids like that. I mean, I'm a cool person. Kids would pay me to hang out with them.

"Love is only real at seven. There's no sex to muck things up then. Love only consisted of wanting to be with the person and not fucking their brains out since you didn't even know what fucking was.