Down here on 4th Ave., there are so many weidos, but one pops out in my mind like no other.
Walking along, minding my business, I looked up to see a man on stilts wearing green furry-like pants, no shirt, and horns. His whole body was painted green. So, basically he was a giant lime green satyr.
I kinda looked around me to make sure I wasn’t the only one seeing him. :eek:
Oh, there’s also a hobo that wears chainmail made from soda can tabs.
Remind me to introduce you to Mr. Walks Down The Middle Of The Road With A Shopping Cart Guy, or Mr. Wears A Garbage Bag And Carries What Appears To Be A Human Head In A Cooler Guy, if you come down for the next Dopefest. :smack:
There is a guy around here who drives around a brand-new, red Honda Accord, with the windows down, and BLASTS music - really obnoxious music like MTV hip-hop and Journey. This would not be that unusual in a college town except that he appears to be in his 60s. In fact, he resembles Bill Murray as he currently looks. He drives around in circles during the afternoon, just going back and forth in the campus and downtown area (leading me to believe that he’s retired,) and blasting his music as loud as possible.
It’s really very weird. He’s very well-known around here. Everyone refers to him as “Red Accord guy.” There are Facebook groups dedicated to documenting sightings of him. I think he gets his kicks from it somehow, knowing that everyone’s looking at him. I guess he just loves the attention. Either that or he’s doing some kind of sociological experiment.
Hey, that second guy – that wouldn’t happen to be this guy, would it? 
I honestly haven’t been to the GTA in several years now, apart from some job training in Scarborough a few years back, but that was only for a day. It might be interesting to see the flora and fauna along Yonge again. 
Maybe that’s the secret to a long-lasting marriage. Good grooming.
I was standing outside work a year ago, which is in a mostly residential neighborhood on the edge of a cafe/office type strip, when up the street comes this girl, dressed in scary porn shoes, a white lacy teddy type top and…nothing else.
She shaved, for the record.
She was doing a full-on “stripper strut” or sort of model/runway/catwalk walk for the better part of two blocks. Slowly. On at least 4-5 inch heels. Oh, and she had a parasol to match her white, lacy, see-through (did I mention see through?) top. She was smiling, looked happy as heck, and just kept walking.
The girl I was with and I just kept saying, “Do you see that?” to each other. It is the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. Did she lose a bet? Win one? What?
Cheers,
G
My favorite was a guy I saw sitting on the side of the freeway - on a full length sofa. A nice one. Cross-legged, completely relaxed. On the phone. Yep, apparently he was just hanging out in his living room at rush hour.
(Perhaps the sofa fell off a truck and he figured he’d make himself comfortable while he called for backup?)
On my way to work I used to see this guy occasionally walking down the side of a busy street wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts, those real short kind that were popular in the 80’s . He was usually talking to himself, and sometimes had one sock on too. Some people reported seeing him wearing nothing but a jock strap. I used to see another person, don’t know if it was a man or woman, had a moustash, but would be dressed in a long zip up mumu and house shoes, wearing long, dangly earrings. Looked alot like Klinger on “Mash”. He/she would be sitting in front of Kroger smoking, or in Kroger buying cigs.
:eek:
Not too long ago I used to wonder about people walking down the street alone mumbling to themselves. Now I just assume they are talking on a cell phone.
Heeeyy, maybe they always were?
I was just looking for this type of thread - perfect!
Okay, so yesterday morning, 6:30am, I go to yoga. Bikram, or “Hot” Yoga - the room is heated to 105 degrees fahrenheit. And you do 90 minutes of heavy-duty pretzel work. Needless to say, you sweat BUCKETS.
So there are a few diehards who are typically there with me. This time, there was a New Guy - mid 40’s, thinnish with a small, well-trimmed beard - seems fine. Not what I would call an experienced yoga guy - since I am very definitely in that category, too, I can pick 'em out - but he has clearly done the Bikram series before.
So, we’re done. I feel dipped in greasy sweat and am looking forward to my shower. I get in the shower and scrub down - ahhhh. I get out - and there is New Guy. GETTING DRESSED! Let’s be clear about this - there is only 1 shower in the locker room. So New Guy is slimy as all get out and putting on cords, a t-shirt and a sweater.
I still get squicked out just thinking about it…
I work at a college. We had to expel a younger, pretty attractive student because she was dressed up as a gothic fairy, down to the corset and wings, putting on sex shows in the main foyer of the college.
And doing things in the parking lot.
When I was growing up in the very rural North East Texas, I actually knew an old man who donned a tin foil hat. His name was Mr. Parker, and he had on his driver’s license that he was allergic to gamma rays and x rays, and he refused to watch television unless he was watching it through the mirror, so the people on the other side couldn’t see him.
We bought the house that he lived in after he died and I found all this stuff when I was a kid. What a strange duck. He also made some sort of power grid thing in the attic to ward off aliens.
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