Many years ago I had a manager who lied so much that I think that he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not. I remembered when he had hired me and during the interview he asked me really strange questions about my personal life and then would ask a stupid question just to throw me off, something like, "Do you ever go to massage parlors?" He also asked me if I had ever participated in group sex. I didn't know what to say in response. And every instance he asked me one these stupid questions he had a smirk on his face like he was jerking me around. He then started telling me about his past and how he had been a ballerina and a gymnast. And again he had that stupid look on his face. This is when I knew he was breaking my balls because he was a big man that had to have tipped the scales at over 350 pounds.
He knew that I had figured out his little game and he started to laugh. But just when I thought his little games were over, on my first day of work he continued where he had left off when he told me to meet him in his office at the beginning of his shift but he never appeared as it was his day off. I asked him about it later and he said that he didn't even make his decision if he wanted to hire me and asked me why I came to work. I was sure that he did hire me. But then he said that I seemed like a good guy and appeared desperate so I could have the job.
I didn't know what to think as his goofiness continued when he told me to work a cart of canned vegetables to the shelf and when he came around later to check up on me he asked why I worked that cart of vegetables. I told him that he told me to. Again he said he didn't. Then mercifully he went on holidays for a couple of weeks but when he came back he started up again with his stupid behavior.
I was working in receiving one day and he came through a door and hollered out my name and when I turned around he had pulled down his pants and was mooning me. He then looked at me through his hairy legs and said, "Not a bad ass for a fat guy."
I didn't know what to think as later on that shift I was carrying a couple of heavy boxes and he stood in my path blocking my way and then stuck his hands down his pants and scratched his balls and then stuck his fingers in my face and said, "Smell."
I just walked away but he continued to persist to draw a reaction from me when he called me upstairs to his office and I came inside and he told me to close the door. He then stood up and he had no pants on. He started to laugh when it should have been me laughing at his miniature penis.
I quit the job that day. The day after that he called me to ask me why I quit and then started to laugh.