This is an extract that I found in a newspaper, Person 1 intrigued me quite a bit, I wondered what sort of type you might attribute this sort of fascinating logic/humour to. I'll tell you they're introvert but for the moment i'm leaving the rest, though I had my original thoughts about this person. They are usually quite smart
Person 1: Isn't New Zealand an island?
Person 2: Hold on, Person 1 - can you just explain to everyone how you perceive Britain in your head?
Person 3: As in, which way up is it? What's at the top?
Person 1: What is the top? That is a cartographic convention that I happen not to agree with.
Person 2: Well, what town is nearest to France?
Person 1: John O'Groats.
Person 2: So what's up near Iceland?
Person 1: Cornwall. What Person 2 is alluding to is my mental mapping - which has an electrical malfunction of some sort. For some reason Britain is upside down in my head and the rest of Europe is the right way up. It makes getting around hotels quite difficult.
Person 2: How much of my life have I spent waiting for you in receptions at posh hotels, waiting for you to find your way down?
Person 1: Probably several minutes.
Person 3: Don't you think it would be fun to let Person 1 do all the navigation for the tour?
Person 1: Application of maps is fine but I don't have an innate sense of direction.
Person 2: Person 1 how many Albert Halls are there in London?
Person 1: To you, one, but to me there are two. There's the Albert Hall that you know, but further east - which is actually west, no it is east but west to me - there is actually another one poking out of what is otherwise a grey mist. This is what I mean about this...
Person 2: Oh God, he's off now. Person 1 - can you understand why we think you're a mental?
Person 1: No, not really.
Person 2: And you went to college to learn the harpsichord... in Lancaster.
Person 1: Mmm, it was very nice