[Coworker] seems to believe every conspiracy going. It goes from being funny to genuinely causing concern about his welfare. He can get quite riled up about it if we try to point out the holes in his logic, so normally, I just smile and nod along, but today he has a bee in his bonnet and will not shut up.
Today’s conspiracy theory is that birds are somehow super-advanced spy robots controlled by either the government or some sort of secret society.
I’ve been trying to be polite and I’ve tried to ignore him, but he has started to get aggressive and offensive.
Coworker: “You’re just not as smart as I am. You’re a sheep who can’t see through the lies you’ve swallowed.”
Me: “Right, fine, okay. So, how many birds are robots?”
Coworker: “I, err, well…”
Me: “All of them? Some of them? One or two?”
Coworker: “All of them. Birds shouldn’t exist. The physics doesn’t work.”
Me: “Okay, so all birds are robots. What about the ones dead on the side of the road?”
Coworker: “What?”
Me: “Dead birds — you see them all the time. They’re not robots; I have seen as much.”
Coworker: “Well, I don’t. They must have been planted there.”
Me: “Planted there. Thousands of dead birds secretly and without being noticed, planted on all of the roads in the UK — no, the world.”
Coworker: “Well, yeah. It must be. It’s the only way it makes sense.”
Me: “Apart from the one that flew into your windscreen two weeks ago? You told me yourself that you couldn’t be deceived. How did that happen?”
His eyes glazed over as he tried to find some sort of excuse to come up with. He muttered something about doing some research but never mentioned it again.
Unfortunately, he moved on to a new stupid conspiracy the very next day.