Sometimes when you're out and about in the world you meet someone who seems just a Maybe they just have poor social skills and just get nervous around strangers. Or maybe they have some sort of diagnosable condition that makes them seem so different from everyone else. Either way, it's usually not hard to tell that these people are divergent characters.

It's not a bad thing at all, so long as they're not doing anything to harm others or themselves, but it can be a bit jarring to interact with someone who behaves as if they're from another planet. Whether it's a businessman with fistfuls of cheese on an elevator or a random girl who's obsessed with your hair, these situations can leave people pretty uncomfortable. Here are some of Reddit users' most bizarre, puzzling tales of the weirdest interactions they've ever had with complete strangers. Content edited for clarity.

People Are Absolutely Obsessed With Her Hair
People Are Absolutely Obsessed With Her Hair

"One time a complete stranger stopped me on my walk to class so she could compliment my hair. She did all the usual, 'Your hair is just so pretty! I'll bet you hear that all the time though. I used to have hair like that!' stuff I've gotten used to as a natural redhead.

But then she followed it up with, 'Oh, by the way, I'm a Russianist, and if you ever go to rural Russia, little old ladies will ward you off with the sign of the cross because in rural Russia, they believe redheads are the actual spawn of Satan!'

I thought I was used to people saying insane things about my hair, but that one was new. The lady clearly didn't notice my expression and went, 'Well, I just complimented you and insulted you in the worst way possible. Have a good afternoon!'

People get pretty weird about red hair. When I was 12, some scary looking goth girl grabbed me by the shoulders and said if I ever dyed my hair, she'd hunt me down and kill me. I also had somebody just grab a fistful of my hair once and it took everything I had not to punch her. My family has also always been weirdly obsessed with my hair color because they've got this sort of hierarchy of hair color, and mine's the ideal, perfect color. I honestly think they'd disown me if I ever changed it."

Snapping Over Mango Snapple
Snapping Over Mango Snapple

"I was about 13 or 14 years old, on a trip to Las Vegas with my grandma. I had this crazy cold and felt real awful and crabby after our flight in. Being sick, I didn’t have much of an appetite, so I just wanted to grab something small to eat before we went out for the day. The hotel we stayed in had this little snack kiosk next to the elevators on the main floor. Nothing special, they just sold small stuff like parfaits, bagels and drinks. My grandma was still getting dressed, so I went down by myself, and I asked her if she needed anything. The line was extra long, and the wait was even longer, but I was already invested and I couldn’t leave just yet. I get up to the front and I already know what I want. I’ve even rehearsed it a million times.

The lady asked what I would like and I responded, 'I’ll have a Mango Snapple, a fruit cup, and an iced tea.'

She goes, 'YOU WANT MANGO SNAPPLE?!' in that way that Scooby-Doo says, 'SCOOBYDOOBYDOOO!'

She didn’t have an accent. I could hear her when she helped her other customers and she spoke just fine. I thought maybe she just had some sort of malfunction. Like the wiring in her brain just shorted out. I didn’t say a single word, I didn’t know what on earth to say. She sets only the Snapple on the counter and tells me my total. I politely corrected her that I also needed the fruit cup and the iced tea. She puts the Snapple back and sets out my fruit cup and my iced tea. So I said, 'AND the mango Snapple.'

She gives me this real weird and irritated look and started putting my fruit and tea back and she said it again, but calmly, 'You want mango Snapple?'

'Yes. And the fruit cup and the iced tea.' I looked at the people around me to see if they were having the same reaction as me. They just looked frustrated at me like this was my fault! I could see the line building up, so I started to get anxious.

She starts putting the Snapple back again, reaching for the fruit and the tea. I let her grab the two and decided to try one more time. So I added the mango Snapple back on the list.

She said it again. 'YOU WANT MANGO SNAPPLLLLEE?!'

I completely lost it. 'YES. AND THE FRUIT CUP AND THE ICED TEA!'

She started to reach for them again. I freaked out. I started to tell her step by step to set my fruit down and my tea down. Not to touch it! To leave it there! That’s what I wanted! And I told her to ALSO grab the Snapple so I can pay for ALL THREE of my items. She didn’t say a single word the rest of the transaction. When I got back to the room, my grandma asked why it took so long to get her a tea. It’s one of my favorite memories, I couldn’t stop laughing while I was heading back to the room. I was in disbelief. It was hard to keep my head straight while I told my grandma what happened. So while I was in line she was having full conversations with her customers, some were coworkers on break, some just grabbing a quick snack like I was. I could hear her. She didn’t mispronounce words, spoke full sentences. She didn’t talk like a cave woman is what I was getting at. When she took my order, she spoke properly. It was just when she asked about the mango Snapple that she just snapped."

What A Totally Normal Request!
What A Totally Normal Request!

"Last year around the holidays I was at an outdoor mall in midtown Atlanta. I was standing outside of a Victoria's Secret on my phone when a black woman approached me.

Woman: 'Excuse me, sir, do you talk to black people?'

Me: 'Yes...'

Woman: 'Do you have any black friends?'

Me: '...Yes...'

Woman: 'Do you go to church?'

Me: 'No.'

Woman: 'Okay, well I was wondering if you would go into Victoria's Secret with me and buy me a pair of panties.'

Me: 'Sorry, I'm not going to do that.'

Woman: 'Cracker.' And then she turned and walked away. I was speechless for a few moments and then had no choice but to laugh about. People are strange."

This Close To Being Attacked In A Car
This Close To Being Attacked In A Car

I got picked up hitchhiking by an escaped mental patient one time. He spent the whole time talking about how everyone had abandoned him and said he was no good, that he was a thief and a murderer, but he could tell I didn't think that. I quickly agreed with him, yeah, definitely don't think that man. I thought it was a funny, bugged out situation, so I stuck around. This was in a minuscule town called Union, Mississippi that looked like everyone moved out to go fight in the Civil War and nobody ever came home. He asked me where I had to go and I told him I was going to Meridian, about an hour away. He said he had to go there anyway because he was going to buy a brand-new Mercedes-Benz convertible with cash, and he pulled out a fake one million dollar bill from his pocket. He just kept saying, 'MAN, I'm so glad I found you, man! I'm so happy to help, yeah, I'll take you to Meridian, man!'

So we get to Meridian and he starts saying he likes me, he's going to set me up in a 5-star hotel, in the continental suite, with room service. Hey, why not? We go to like three different hotels and he barges up to the desk each time, saying, 'GET this man a room in the continental suite! With ROOM service!' and every time, they're like, 'We don't have room service,' because we're in Meridian, MS, not downtown Manhattan. So every time, he just loudly snaps a finger, turns on a dime, and says, 'Nope, let's go!' and heads back to the car to find the next hotel.

Eventually we get to a Hilton Garden or something and walk in and it's crazy nice. I could tell this place actually had room service, which was not a good thing. We walked in and I immediately went to the bathroom to ride it out, hung out for a few minutes, and returned to the lobby. Well, they didn't accept the million dollar bill, and he wasn't happy. I walked in and he was already screaming, 'IT SAYS RIGHT HERE, LEGAL TENDER! Now there comes a time when a man has to take a stand! People have been stepping on me my entire life, calling me a thief and an abuser and a murderer, and I'm sick of it! Now CALL THE POLICE and they'll sort this out!'

I quietly said, 'Hey man, I don't know if we want the police here right now,' and calmed him down and rushed him out the door, back to his truck. We went our separate ways, but he did give me his hat, which was a really nice straw Stetson, and told me his full name. I have been using it every time I need a fake name ever since, for the past eleven years now."

The Situation Got Scary And Violent Very Fast


The Situation Got Scary And Violent Very Fast

"It was a snow day and I was about 12 years old. Some friends and I were walking on a main street, underhand tossing snowballs at passing cars. I hit a van in the windshield and it pulled over. A 40ish-year-old guy got out and walked up to us. He grabbed me by the arm and started screaming at us, telling me he was going to 'hit me in the mouth.'

At that moment, a woman pushing a stroller with a baby in it and a young girl were passing by, and the mom saw what was happening and stepped in, telling the guy to get lost. He let go of me and we started walking away.

We were about 50 feet away when we heard screaming again. We turned around and the guy was on top of the mom, punching her in the face. We went running back to help her but he got back in his van and took off.

One car stopped and a woman got out to help the mom and call the cops. Another car chased the van down, also while calling the cops. The cops ended up catching the van and pulled him over.

It turned out the van guy had his wife and three kids in the car with him. They arrested dude and took him in, and the mom was messed up, so they took her to the hospital. We gave a police report and I was contacted sometime later to testify. Nothing ever came of it, so I don't know what happened to the guy but the whole thing was super crazy."

It Was A Really Cheesy Thing To Do


It Was A Really Cheesy Thing To Do

"I was taking the elevator down to go home after waiting with family for an update about my aunt after she suffered a stroke. A man in his mid-50s wearing a business suit stepped on to ride the rest of the way down. It was just the two of us.

He faced the back of the elevator, which immediately alarmed me, and after we passed two floors he started humming one low tone and began digging through his pockets. Fight or flight kicked in and I began weighing my options.

Then he pulled his fists out of his pockets, filled with shredded cheese. He had at least a full bag's worth. This man was sprinkling the cheese all over the floor of the elevator while letting out this soul-crushingly low, monotone humming.

Out of primal fear, I pushed my body against the doors and pushed every floor before the lobby so I could exit. It literally felt like a ten minute ride to the next floor. I barely heard the ding over his cheese hums, but I booked it out of there and did not look back. I ended up taking the stairs after sitting down for awhile to catch my breath. I told security at the front desk, and someone was already sweeping up the cheese. I still need answers, 10 years later."

She Was The First To Point Out His Very Strange Headwear
She Was The First To Point Out His Very Strange Headwear

"One night my boyfriend and I were taking the bus home after going downtown for a date, so we sat in the back where my favorite little corner spot is. This particular evening, however, I noticed a man sitting in my preferred spot. Normally this isn't a big deal in the slightest, since you can't really claim a seat on public transit. The thing was, this guy had on a helmet made of cabbage.

I had to double take at him a couple of times because nothing else was particularly off about him, he just had an obviously homemade helmet of cabbage. I knew it was cabbage the moment I saw him, but I couldn't muster up the courage to say something until we got off the bus. As we were leaving, I ran after him just to tell him that I liked his cabbage hat and that it was the coolest thing I'd seen all day. He said, 'No one has pointed it out yet!' and we had a conversation about it. I really regret not getting his name, cabbage missed connections!"

He Must've Felt Terrible For The Poor, Poor Dog
He Must've Felt Terrible For The Poor, Poor Dog

"When I was about 8 years old, my mom brought me to her friend's house so I would play with her friend's 8-year-old son while they had a chat. He walked me outside and said, 'Hey, check this out!' Then he pulled down his pants and took a massive dump on the ground right in front of me and then his dog ate it and threw up. I'll never forget that moment; it all happened in seconds but it's forever burned into my mind.

I've tried to refrain from thinking about it in much depth but he was so confident that it made me think he would do it often, which scares me. Also, it wasn't intimidating because had a huge grin on his face, like he'd been waiting all day to show me. Every time I visit my mom, she goes on about how he's such a great guy and I always just say, 'Yeah, but he pooped on the floor.' She never believes me, but I'll never forget."

What's Wrong With Mango Man?!
What's Wrong With Mango Man?!

"I had tons of strange encounters when I lived in Hawaii, but this was one of the weirdest. I was walking home late one night and saw a guy carrying a huge bag of mangoes coming the other direction. As we're passing, he stops me and asks, 'Hey, you want some of these mangoes?'

I'm not in the habit of taking mangoes from strange men in the night, so I politely refuse. He becomes enraged and starts screaming at me, 'What do you mean you don't want any mangoes?!'

'I just don't really need any mangoes right now,' I tell him.

That seemed to calm him down a bit, and then he asks me, 'So what do you think is gonna happen in Iraq?'

Keep in mind, this incident happened around 2004. I told him I had no idea and then he really loses it. He is screaming at me, 'what the heck do you mean you don't know? You're supposed to know this junk!'

I have never actually been in a situation where I thought I was going to have to violently defend myself from an attacker, but this guy was becoming so enraged that I was backing away and trying to figure out what the best way to take him down would be, but then he calms down almost instantly and says, 'I don't know man, it's a crazy world out there. You know we go from generation to generation to generation to generation to generation to generation to generation...' he continued on like that for about a minute, ' generation, and then there's you! So study hard man, stay in school and you're gonna do great, and I'm sorry man.'

And then he just walked away."

It's Unreal That His Parents Weren't Disturbed By This Incident
It's Unreal That His Parents Weren't Disturbed By This Incident

"Growing up, I lived pretty far out in the country. We had a farm across the street from us, a farm behind us, and our neighbors were quite a ways down the road. I took the bus to school and my parents' house sits back about 400 feet from the road, so the driveway is relatively long.

One morning I was waiting for the bus at the end of the driveway and this car flew by. Then it came back again, slower, and one more time, barely crawling by. The next time it came by, it pulled in and the guy proceeded to freaking chase my 10-year-old self up the driveway with his car.

I started screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to get my mom's attention inside the house. Finally, the car stopped and the guy got and said, 'I just want to take your picture...' Unbelievably, even after that experience, my parents never waited for the bus with me. It was horrifying."

His Idea Of A Joke Is Pretty Off
His Idea Of A Joke Is Pretty Off

"The story of my first car accident is pretty weird. It was the day before my 20th birthday and I hit a parked car while trying to park at a Panera. The lady whose car I hit was very nice (she and my mom are friends now because of the accident), but I was uncontrollably sobbing. You see, I've always been very sensitive so I cry at anything remotely jarring. Also I have an extremely guilty conscience, so hitting a car was like the end of the world for me.

As we were exchanging information and giving our IDs to the police officer who happened to be in the parking lot at the time, a man walked up to me. I didn't really think anything of it because several people had walked by and asked if I was alright, but this guy struck a conversation about car accidents.

He told me and this other woman (and my mom who was on the phone with me) that about a year prior he was in an accident that totaled his car just up the street from where we were. He said that he was given a citation from the police and went to court to fight it. This is where stuff gets weird:

Him: 'So the judge looked at me and says, "You've been a very bad boy," and I was like, "You can see that still? It's been 15 years!"'

Me: 'Oh, haha, what did you do?'

Him: 'I used to work at this office and I had a coworker who was a huge prick to me so I wanted to prank him. One day, AS A JOKE, I decided to scare him by chasing him around the office with a hatchet! It was obviously just a joke, but he was a huge sissy so he pressed charges on me for assault with a deadly weapon! People these days really just can't take a joke.'

Then he said goodbye and left, disappearing as quickly and mysteriously as he arrived."

Life-Threatening Uber Ride
Life-Threatening Uber Ride

'"Uber driver here. I picked a guy up downtown, midday. He was early 20s, a red head, and tatted out. Extremely nervous, jittery to the point I wasn't sure if he had a condition or was on some substances. He sat in the front. We're driving and he's all over the place, telling me wild stories about how he makes all his money climbing dangerous construction sites around the world and posting videos to YouTube. I believed him! Anyways, we are on the highway heading to a nearby town, and he reaches in his backpack, takes out a towel, unwraps and it is suddenly holding a massive weapon. I freeze up and feel cold and hot at the same time. He looks at me with a smile and says, 'What do you think of my weapon?'

I can't tell whether he is being serious or if I am being held up or what, but I try to smile and say "WOW man, that weapon is so cool, what is it? I love it, but while we are on the highway, can you put it away?'

I could see the realization cross his face that he had been foolish, and he puts it away sheepishly, explaining it is his grandfather's and we are on our way to a shooting-range. The crazy part of the story is that we then get to the shooting-range, it is completely surrounded by cops and crime tape because there has been a SHOOTING AT THE SHOOTING RANGE. So we turn around and drive back to his hotel. He gave me a cool $20 for a tip. Scary though."

It Made Him Feel "Generally Disgusted All Over"
It Made Him Feel "Generally Disgusted All Over"

"One time in college, I was visiting San Francisco with my girlfriend and we were walking through Golden Gate Park. There were a couple of homeless dudes there, and one noticed us and started walking towards us, kinda trying to get our attention.

As he got closer he asked, 'You got a light?'

I just said, 'No, sorry,' and continued walking.

He kept coming towards us and was like, 'Oh, c'mon, really?' and got right up to me and outstretched his arms, his hand right in front of my face. He wasn't aggressive, it was more like a zombie motion.

However, he caught me so off guard that I didn't react in time and one of his fingers went INTO MY MOUTH. I had no idea what was happening...then my brain snapped out of it and I shoved him away and started coughing, spitting, and feeling generally disgusted all over. He just kinda stood there and wandered off while we hustled away."

He Was Some Kind Of Omnipotent Guide


He Was Some Kind Of Omnipotent Guide

"I was in Chicago with my family and I got lost. I started walking around until I came across two buildings with a big alley in between them, where I stopped to figure out where I was.

It wasn't quite nighttime, but the alley was very dark. I was standing under a street lamp trying to figure out how I could get some help when this guy just appeared behind me from out of the dark, asking me if I needed help.

I was about 10 years old so I knew not to talk to strange men who appeared out of thin air from alleys in downtown Chicago, but I didn't know what else to do. I had no idea what my parents' phone numbers were or where they might've been, so I thought I should talk to him. I told him my situation and he walked back into the alley, gesturing for me to follow.

I followed very far behind him so I was at least a little safer. We walked around for a while and finally came out of a different alley where he just stopped dead in his tracks on a busy street next to a really crowded pizza restaurant, staring into the horizon.

I caught up to him and waited for him to say something, but he just pointed to the other side of the street where there was a big group of people crossing. I waited for them to walk by so I could see what he was pointing at...and it was my parents. Before I turned around to thank him, he was gone. He just disappeared. That was hands down the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me."

The Guy's Misread Of The Conversation Made Him Seem Like A Loon
The Guy's Misread Of The Conversation Made Him Seem Like A Loon

"I was leaving the science wing of my college and rode in the elevator with a guy from my class. I had spoken two him once or twice, but certainly did not know him personally. I'm a pretty big fan of Widespread Panic (a jam band for those of you who do not know) and from his appearance, he seemed like the kind of guy who would also be interested in that particular genre.

Trying to make casual conversation, I asked, 'Do you like Widespread Panic?'

He enthusiastically replied, 'I love it, the chaos of it all!' His response struck me as odd, but the concerts could be described as chaotic and truthfully I was just happy that I had read the situation correctly.

I started to list some of the shows I've been to, trying to find more common ground. He replied, 'Yeah, just crowds running, screaming, the fear, it's a rush that can't be matched!'

Becoming somewhat concerned and with two floors to go, I asked, 'You do know I'm talking about a band, right?'

He looked at me, paused, and said, '...oh.' We both looked forward, waited for the elevator to settle, and he walked out the door."

"I Had No Other Option Than To Trust Them"


"I Had No Other Option Than To Trust Them"

"I was on a student exchange trip to Estonia where I lost my purse on a bus. Then some Estonian kids calmly led me to a tram going out of town. After a long ride, we came to this run down, ghetto-looking neighborhood and entered a tall building with broken windows.

I was scared crapless but I figured since I didn't even know where I was and didn't have a phone, I had no other option than to trust them. Inside, the building was dark with flickering lights and a large, bitter man with dark leather clothes walked past and lets us through. It just felt bad, not like a 'lost and found' kinda place.

After going up a few flights of stairs, we came to a door which opened and from the totally dark room came forth a short, elderly lady who handed me my bag. It was all there: my money, passport, everything. I'm still boggled by it to this day. How and why did she have my stuff? We went directly there after leaving the bus..."

He Couldn't Believe She'd Been Telling The Truth


He Couldn't Believe She'd Been Telling The Truth

"Back when I used to spend my summers at the beach, there was always this super old lady covered head to toe in leather: leather pants, vest, boots, hat, and gloves. I mean anything and everything possible was leather.

She'd always go around talking to people about her raccoon family and if they didn't ask, she'd find a way to insert an obscure raccoon fact into the conversation. She wasn't homeless but was definitely a little nuts. I remember talking to her a few times and she'd go on and on about how to care for and raise raccoons except I never once saw these supposed animals that she obsessed over.

We all just thought she was old and losing her mind until one day, I saw this old bat walking down the boardwalk in all her leathered glory and in her arms were three huge raccoons! She was on some Khaleesi stuff! Needless to say, I was shook. I walked over and not only did she have the three fat babies perched on her but inside her rolling cart she had about six tiny raccoon babies all bundled inside some blankets. I honestly could not believe it. I had always just written her off as the harmless but crazy imaginary raccoon lady, and there she was living her best raccoon life! I just hope I grow up to give as little craps as her one day."

"I've Been Praying For You"
"I've Been Praying For You"

"I lived in the dorms in college and one day I was walking back to my room after class when this random girl across the parking lot started waving at me. Then she came running up to me and the first words out of her mouth were, 'Hi, I'm Sarah. I've been praying for you.' Then she insisted on walking me back to my dorm and told me that she would see me around campus and decided she needed to pray for me.

Then she told me about how she also informed her mother about me, so her mother decided to pray for me too. I had literally never met this girl in my life; she apparently would just watch me walking every day and thought I was in trouble? The only thing I can guess is that I had red streaks in my hair and I can have a bad case of grumpy-face when lost in thought, which I usually was because I'd just left class, so that made her think I was a troubled student. After that, I never saw her again."

The Man Somehow Knew Him In A Deep, Spiritual Way
The Man Somehow Knew Him In A Deep, Spiritual Way

"I was on my way to buy my first dog, a Golden Retriever puppy. I was waiting for the train and there was an older, feeble-looking gentleman in dirty crimson and yellow robes. He had a walking stick that he had whittled himself and it looked like something the stereotypical magic user in an RPG would use, gnarled and funky. He was talking to random people along the platform and as he talked he would tap the stick occasionally. I heard him speaking a language I didn't recognize with the lady next to me, probably something from Africa, and when they finished talking he approached me.

Now I was happy as a clam on this particular day because of the new puppy, but I had been battling (and continue to battle) depression and borderline personality disorder for years. However, there was no way he could see it on my face that day as I wish in high spirits. He came over and took a seat beside me, tapped his stick three times, looked into my eyes, and told me he had something very important to discuss with me.

I was super weirded out, but there was no way I was turning this guy down and the platform was full. What could he possibly do to me? I asked him what he wanted to discuss. He told me he had been a lot of places in his life, but he had never seen anyone suffering the way I was. I told him about the puppy and that it was a good day, and he asked me when my last good day was. I looked at him funny and he just smiled and said, 'I know it's tough now, but you're tougher. You can beat the sadness and the anger if you keep fighting, and one day it will be bearable and you won't need a puppy to support you because you'll be able to do it yourself.'

I hadn't mentioned sadness or anger or that the puppy was essentially a gift from my friends to motivate me to keep living. I have no idea where he got that information. He tapped his stick again, and I thanked him and asked how he knew so much about me. He just smiled.

We chatted about his life for a few minutes and when the train pulled in I stood up to get closer to the doors, looked over, and the sneaky man was gone. I went and got my puppy, and I took the guy's words to heart. It's been 13 years now. Somewhere out there is a seriously lucky dude (or a stalker) who changed my outlook on life by complete coincidence; or maybe he was some kind of crazy psychic sage, I'm still not sure which. But thanks for the advice either way, bro!"

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