When I was a guard there was a worker that we nick-named "stay car". He was some kind of psyco, whip thin, dark with the most paranoid fearful continence you could imagine. I heard he was the son of a company execitive and no doubt thats how he held his simple job. He would arrive early and stay locked in his van untill a sympthatic woman co worker would show up to walk him through the gate. Every morning was a show. He would get out of his van lock the doors and stand there for about 2 minuets trying the latchs repeatedly. Then he would walk backwards telling the van, "stay car" pointing at it like you would a dog you were trying to train to sit! He would then turn and walk straight then unexpectedly turn around yelling again at the car to stay!
Every time I hear someone talk about nameing their gun or car I think of that nut!
A co worker of his noticed there was a hole in the wall by some barrels that he threw parts in that was his job filling. They layed for him behind the wall and stuck their arm through the hole and grabbed his arm as he was reaching towards the barrel! From what I heard he really flipped out!