The crazies come out to play...

For some reason at work the other day my phone was like a hotline for nutcases. Three examples;

1. Politician calls to fill me in on his conspiracy theories about community forums being "stacked" by an opposing party and to rattle on about his election chances. It doesn't sound so crazy, but it kinda is. Especially since it was accompanied by an email saying the exact same thing.

2. Old man rings to tell me some tiny insignificant detail in a story isn't quite right, but he doesn't blame me, it's the council. They have apparently given me the wrong information because they are out to get him and all that he stands for. This was a minor story about a carpark that we are talking about here, but apparently its all part of a council plan to undermine one individual in the municipality.

3. Was ringing around local real estate agents to talk to them about Sydney's rental crisis. Crazy one calls me back, here is the conversation.

"Between you and me, I'm not actually a practising real estate agent anymore. This is my home phone number and I just keep the license because I want one of my sons to become a real estate agent. They are 21 and 23 but they can't decide what they want to do and they don't listen to me when I tell them that real estate is a very good career choice. I don't understand why they don't want to do it. I don't know what to do with them. They are very lazy. So between you and me I don't really want to talk to the media, you should try somewhere else."

WTF! He didn't have to tell me his life story, and he could have just ignored my answering machine message if it wasn't relevant. But hey, it's more entertaining this way I guess.