I work with Napoleon Dynamite

You've got to see this kid. He's about 7 feet tall, skinny as hell, redheaded and scruffy (in the un-groomed nerd way, as if hes never shaven), and speaks unintelligible gibberish really slowly and quietly. At least 3 people that I know of have seen this guy and immediately made a Napoleon Dynamite connection.

He's dishwasher/prep. The other day he put some chicken tenders in a cooler, closed the lid, and randomly thought out loud to himself "those are great straight off the tree." I think he has a ... problem. He shows up 10 minutes early to his shift and stands by the time clock reading the exact same government-issued minimum wage information pinned up on the wall every day... as if something has changed. He has a thing for blueberry muffins, and eats the muffins I make for breakfast. Except he doesn't just eat them like a human being, he puts it all in his mouth and spits out the cupcake wrapper after he's disintegrated the muffin with his saliva. I think he eats about four of them a day because I have a half dozen left over and the next morning there's one or two left, and I know damn well nobody else is eating them because they're god-awful and made from muffin mix that comes in a gallon container.

In short, this guy is weird.