Put down the weapon, please

An intoxicated hobo came into the office today, wanting to sell a knife. Now, the knife was actually kinda cool, but he kept unsheathing it and waving it around and then looking at me when I said I didn't have any money.

It makes me nervous when drunk people have weapons. Or fireworks. Or phones, for that matter (drunk dialing = no fun). I especially dislike it when unstable people can brandish weapons when I'm not doing what they want.

So then he decided to tell me a story. He made a point of telling me that his girlfriend lives in town. I must have been unable to hide my romantic interest.

Luckily, Rich got back and Hobo left. Just another day at the office.