really creepy guy...

So, I'm sitting in my office minding my own business. It's a great office that sits on the corner - but only has one window which is positioned behind me and my desk. Some brilliant engineer decided a window wasn't necessary along the north wall, and that sucks, because I'd have a great view of everything happening on the outside. Maybe if they ever remodel... Anyway, I'm not really working, but rather talking on my cell to my friend, Jean, who - well, that's a whole nother story for another time - anyway - this creepy guy comes in talking a mile a minute like I'm suposed to know who his is, and he never gives his name but is asking about some property because he's doing some sort of environmental investigation of some kind and I have no idea what he's even asking me, if in fact he's asking me anything at all, because he's just standing at this massive map on my wall and wanting to know where the scale is. I didn't even realize it had a "scale" - it's just the "official zoning map" that they forced us to hang up. But I find the scale in the bottom right hand corner. (1 inch equals 650 feet for all you really wondering.) Then he's measuring things and muttering and saying things like "one-tenth of a mile" and "what's the elevation" and "is there storm sewer'? And I'm still sitting there wondering what on earth he's talking about. I mean, I'm a pretty intellegent person, but he was making me feel really stupid because I couldn't follow him. He asks if there's anything else he needs and I'm yelling, "LIKE WHAT?! What are you here for?" And he comes over to MY side of the desk - yes, MY SIDE - and actually physically moves my computer so he can see it. What do you think you're going to find? Me blogging on the internet? Hello! I clicked out of that the second I saw you! (Truthfully, I was really working.) So I yelled out, "DENNIS!" and my co-worker getting water down the hall came and saved me. What a freak. Don't ever go on my side of the desk. He was certainly odd. I still have no idea what he was doing, but I guess Dennis had it figured out he needed to see the head of Public Works. Thank God, because I really thought I was losing it. My job would not have helped him out in the least bit! Now I want to go lock my door...