A wild-eyed man walks up to touch-a-shark and speaks in a voice that is just shy of shouting.
Man: Is this a special touching place?
Me: Yep. This is touch-a-shark.
Man: And you can touch 'em?
Me: Yep.
Man: You can touch 'em?
Me: (pause) Yes.
Man: You work here?
Me: Yes I do.
Man: And these won't bite me?
Me: Nope. They don't bite.
Man: You sure you work here?
Me: Quite sure.
Man: I'm (name). [reaches to shake my hand]
Me: [shaking his hand] I'm Matt.
Man: Matthew! Can I call you Matthew?
Me: Sure, that works too.
Man: I should introduce myself. I'm (full name). You may have heard of me.
*Note* I have not heard of him.
Me: Uh. Maybe.
Man: Yeah. You may have heard them talking. It gets around. Well, I'm crazy, I need to get back to the box!
Me: Uh, alright! See you!
I later found out that there was a group of adults from some institution there that day. So he probably was, in fact, crazy.
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