Once upon a time this crazy old man came to my door trying to tell me lies about how he needed to make a buck somehow to pay to get his daughter's tooth fixed. And then he said I listened to Glenn Beck and I might be a violent dangerous criminal who could attack him, and that's why "they" chose him for this job. And then he revealed that my neighbors had indicated that in fact the police had been seen at my house (reason being they wanted to ask if that was my abandoned in front before dragging it away.)
So as I was wondering if maybe outside my front door was all of the insane asylums in the universe, we finally got down to brass tacks. He was working for the 2010 census, which I had already answered long ago how many people were living at this address. But they needed the racial profiling part of the census in order to identify "segregated" neighborhoods. And as we got to talking, it turns out he was on the IRB for one of the human studies for a research project I was on. Getting something past the IRB to do human research is a real hassle.
And I though to myself>this is the man who decides whether or not human research is ethical enough