I had an eerie experience at work the other day. An older slavic man came in that looked just like the Pope (may he rest in peace). I was getting ready to do my spiel and go throught his invoice when he tells me that he just finished talking to Mike (our manager) because he had been watching us and we seems to be a little out of sorts that day. His exact words were something along the lines of "tings seem a leetl crazy here today." He asked me what I thought. I said everything seems fine to me, nothing out of the ordinary. I crack some joke about how "things always look crazy around here, but it's a controled madness." Then he started challenging me with a stare-down, which I always win. I stared him right in the eye, one at a time. I let him get an eyefull right to the back of my brain, and beyond. I had nothing to hide. It was true, everthing seemed SNAFU to me. So he gave up and then he started grilling me about the bill. 'What does this mean?' 'What is this part for?' I told him I wouldn't know, of course, because I'm not a mechanic, but I could get one to go over the bill with him if he wanted. He was beginning to get on my nerves. He said it wasn't nesseccary. I think he felt he'd made his point, what ever that was supposed to be. And then he left me on good terms. I guess it just struck me as odd, what with the recent current events and he looking so much like the Pope and all.