Elevator Wierdo

Ok. So I leave my apartment today to go to the corner store, and there's this guy waiting for the elevator, (we have the world's slowest elevator, each floor takes around five seconds) holding dryer sheets. He cordially asks how I'm doing, so I respond, and reciprocate, and then proceed to introduce myself in the elevator, which is taking us down at this point. I'm noticing that he's sort of moving in slow-motion, but dismiss it as a quirk. "I'm $&*@&*#," (insert unintelligible Iranian name that I somehow managed to repeat back to him), he said, "I am from Irrrrran." "That's cool," I reply, about to make some mention of being from a foreign country myself, but was cut off. "I smoke joints. You come smoke sometime. Come join me!" he blurted. I just look at him, not knowing whether to feel welcomed or terrified. "Sorry man, I quit, but thanks for the offer...." He looked me up and down, exited the elevator, and headed down to the laundry, leaving me quite confused, feeling as though I had just been run over by a very strange hippy van. Hopefully he'll be a little more together when next I bump into him, he lives on my damn floor... :S