Bonding

I was at work the other day, casually strolling up the stairs after I had lunch, when I got a phone call from my co-workers stating that they had a situation that I needed to help them with. Well, picking up the pace just a bit, I made up to our floor and was overjoyed to see that they had an unbalanced individual standing up at the desk speaking at the top of his voice at whoever he could make eye contact. Now I don't know wheather I should be flattered or extremely worried, but for some reason, I seem to draw in this particuar type of person and was able to have a 15 min conversation with him, which lowered his tone somewhatm though not enough to keep him being heard all the way down the hall. He had managed to allienate everyone of significance in his life, can't imagine why, since he spoke about having numerous weapons that he promised to use against them. Anyway, the long and short of it was that he left, semi-happy with the results he got from a social worker regarding his requests, I can't be 100% sure about this. He actually thanked me when I walked him to the exit and called me by name, which is okay as long as he remembers me fondly. He doesn't know that I am married to a gun enthusiast also and live in an armory, and I don't think my address is a matter of public knowledge, I hope.