Not long ago I worked with guy named Vick Barber. We were employed at the same grocery store but not in the same department. But during the course of our days our paths intersected on many occasions and we would say hi to each other. Over time the more I got to know him the more that I realized that he was not all there. He worked in the bakery and several times that I passed through the department he was kneading dough but he didn't have a shirt on. I thought this to be rather strange and the other bakers around him didn't seem to be to comfortable with it either.
After nearly a month of working with Vick I had heard through the grapevine that he had made sexual advances towards the human resources lady and he apparently took off his shirt in her office and asked her to critique his physique.
There were many other complaints about Vick's aggressive sexual advances in the workplace and people were wondering how he still had a job. Then it was leaked that he had been dropped on his head as a child and had suffered some sort of brain damage. Again, this was just a rumor and nobody knew if it was actually true.
Vick's behavior continued to get weirder as he would touch people's private parts, both men and women, and then laugh about it. The company sent him away for help and a month later he came back. He said he had begun a relationship with God and that he was reading the bible every day. Every Sunday he went to church and eventually he wanted to go to school to become a priest. Everyone was happy for him and it appeared that he had changed his life for the better.
Months went by and he seemed to have been exorcised of his strange behavior. There were no more complaints and he appeared to be cured of whatever was wrong with him. Then came the Christmas party.
I remember that night clearly as everyone seemed to be having a good time. The chatter was loud and the laughter was echoing through the hall. Dinner was wonderful and after it was finished the music started to pound out of the speakers and people flooded to the dancefloor and Vick took the center stage as people circled around him to watch his break dancing moves. I was very impressed at what he could on the dancefloor and so were others.
Later on he started to dirty dance with an older lady who turned out to be his mother. Everyone watched in shock but nobody dared say anything. The night came to an end and I went inside the coat room to grab my jacket and Victor was making out with a very attractive young girl in the corner. He caught me looking and said, "Come over here for a second. I want you to meet my sister."