[The following is by far the most surreal exchange I've had in 3.5 years of working at my current job.]
A stranger walks into my office and says, "I have two questions for you."
Stranger: "Have you ever read Ayn Rand?"
Stranger: "Oh. OK."
Stranger: "Do you know where the Geography building is?"
Me: "...the Geography Department is on the third floor."
Stranger: "Thank you."
[The Stranger walks out the door, hesitates, spins around and walks right back into the office.]
Stranger: "I think you would like Ayn Rand. Are you realistic?"
Me: "I think I'm pretty realistic, but I've heard about it and..."
Stranger: "There's an essay contest. You write something about Atlas Shrugged and you can get $10,000."
Stranger: "Atlas Shrugged is about the government being run by machines. I'm from Haiti, you know, and the government there doesn't work."
[As she dotes on the machine aspect of the novel, the Stranger lifts her arms up and starts to pantomime being a robot. I think of mentioning Graham Greene's The Comedians, but before I can say anything...]
Stranger: "I think you should read Ayn Rand. You look like you'd like it. What's your name?"
[The Stranger extends her hand, her irises as dark as her pupils so it looks like she's just come, dilated, from the optometrist's...]
Stranger: "I'm Erica, God bless."