An entitled, crazy flat-erther tries to convince me that the Earth is flat, but after two hours

of him rambling on about his beliefs, despite the fact that I never asked him about it,

I had simply had enough. Here's what happened.

Okay, we've all heard about flat-erthers, but if you're even remotely sane and reasonable,

you probably think that it's just some very elaborate inside joke that people keep perpetuating,

because they find it amusing to do so. And you know what, that's what I thought as well.

But this is when Gary enters the scene. Gary is not their real name, but he was staying at the hotel

with his teenage son for the weekend. They had a weekend trip planned and were in the area,

so they needed a place to stay. Gary was a pretty unassuming guy at first glance,

and his son had that impatient silence about him that most teenagers have.

But otherwise, everything is okay. I come in the next morning to relieve the night auditor,

and Gary is standing at the desk, talking passionately about something.

The night auditor made eye contact with me in a way that basically said,

oh my gosh, please help me. But I silently giggled and continued into the office,

where I overheard Gary say something about sun rotation and earth as a plane.

I assumed he was poking fun at the flat earth idea and joking about the entire thing.

Five minutes later, the night auditor walked back into the office with a handful of papers

and stared at me unblinkingly. As he ripped them up and shoved them into the garbage,

he gave me my report and then told me good luck as he laughed.

And I thought that was it. It seemed that Gary had gone up to his room,

so I thought honestly nothing of it. Ten minutes later, he comes back down to the desk

and introduced himself. So I say hi, nice to meet you, I guess.

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