Most of the weirdos who are attracted to me are homeless. Let's see, I can probably come up with a partial list.

There's the guy who came up and rapped at me, expecting me to pay him for it.

There's the guy who tried to convince me that he was from Australia and he was like four seconds away from getting deported if he didn't get enough money to take the bus to some place. I called the cops on that guy, trying to scam money from people. The thing is, he tried that crap on my like five times. >_> Same dumbass story and everything.

There was the giant guy in the sweater who was always at McDonalds whenever I went there, but I think he was more attracted to McDonalds than anything. He was always with someone different (I have no idea where he found these people). And he was always talking to them really loudly, telling them some story. My favourite was the time he was telling some guy that he used to be a woman or something. The man looked like Paul Bunyan or something. There's no way that ever had a vajahjah. Also, whenever they had the radio on, he used to complain that it was too loud. They used to turn it up just to mess with him and he would glare back at them like this. >_>

There was that schizophrenic (also in a sweater) who used to wander down the streets, screaming at some invisible person or gremlin or something. Actually, there were two guys like that. Both in sweaters. (Crazy people wear sweaters. That's going to be the name of my autobiography.)

There was that time I was in a pizza place with my husband eating pizza and some guy came in and wished me a happy Fourth of July and started ranting about how much he hates America. (I live in Canada.)

There was a guy with some girl who stopped me on the street and asked me about my attitudes towards farting.

There was this lady who used to stand outside of the Safeway where I worked (for about five minutes) spinning around in a circle for like hours at a time.

There was one homeless guy who used to hang around the call center I worked at with his hands down his pants up to his elbows.

There was that one other homeless guy who heard my pocket full of change (I had managed to turn a ten dollar bill into fourty one dollar coins) and tried to jump me when I didn't give him any of it. Luckily, there was a non-crazy guy who was like "Hey! HEY!" and held the guy back as I left.

There was this girl who used to sit out in the hallway of my apartment building in front of the door to the suite next door, looking miserable.

One time I was handing out sandwiches to homeless people (because I'm awesome like that) and one of them was like, "No thanks, but I'd love to have *insert other food items here*." What the hell? I'm here giving you free sammiches. Don't be greedy, you hobo.

No other ones come to mind right now. But I'm sure there are more.