Well, there was the moose wandering the streets of suburban Boston (Melrose, actually). Apparently, it had wandered on to the median of I-95 during the night, then proceeded to walk south after the sun rose and the road became too crowded for it to cross back.
More recently, I was surprised to find a dairy farm in the middle of one of the residential neighborhoods of Tokyo, surrounded by houses and apartment buildings. I have no idea how the owner manages to make a profit.
Nowadays, though, I’m usually the weirdest shit in everyone else’s day.
This isn’t the weirdest, but it is fairly recent. It was only last week.
I was in a coffee shop, the independently owned arty weird kind, and 4 college age girls walk into the shop, proceed to one of the one-person bathrooms and all enter. Several minutes later, they all come out (giggling) and leave the shop. I’m very curious what happened in there.
Walking around in LA one day, near the garment district, a friend and I stopped to wait for a green light. While we stood there, someone came up to wait next to us.
An African American gentleman. (Nothing unusual.) Wearing a blue mohawk. (Well, a little flashy, maybe.) In a wheelchair. (Poor guy.) Also wearing a corset, short skirt, fishnets, and heels. (Uhh…)
It wasn’t any one of the things I listed above. It was the combination of them… and my friend’s comment.
"You know, it isn’t every day you see an African-American punk rock transvestite paraplegic."
Moored at the pier in Penang, Maylasia, standing Officer of the Deck, when the Junior Officer of the Deck calls me to the rail. He’s clutching his sidearm rather tightly, though he’s not drawn it yet. Concerned, I sidle up to the rail and look over. Pointing mutely at the aft spring line (mooring line to you lubbers), he shows me his concern: Godzilla the Rat, sitting on the line, with it’s upper paws resting casually on the upper rim of a 22" ratguard. It sat there, unconcerned, surveying the ship for about 5 minutes before deciding that we were either too ready to repel boarders, or just didn’t merit his regal attention. Had it tried to cross the guard, I think I’d have been reaching for my sidearm, too.
Okay this happened to me, more years ago than I care to think about. I was driving home late one night and debating if I should stay up longer or go to bed, when I saw it. It seemed normal at first, just your average Ford Escort coming the opposite way. Then I saw the driver. A little old lady. Wearing a crash helmet. And one of those WWI flying ace scarves. She was grinning from ear-to-ear. I decided that I needed sleep and went to bed when I got home.
Hehe. Ooops…my bad! I knew I should’ve edited…oh well. It makes more sense that way anyways
And by the way Wicked, we’re gonna be neighbors. I see from the online map that you’re in Fall River, and I’ll be moving there next month. We’ll have to get together and scout out produce sometimes
Was out on our boat fishing with my dad, many long years ago, and was trying out my new rod and reel. I believe I was maybe ten years old at the time.
Dad told me that if I caught something on the first cast, that it’d be good fishing for as long as I owned the pole.
(I’m sure he made that up)
I carefully baited my hooks and cast my line and waited for something to bite.
Nothing.
After a little while, I relegated myself to having missed the opportunity to have “good luck” blessed on my rod and reel by catching a fish. So I pulled up my line to re-cast.
I didn’t realize that I’d actually caught something.
So, I reeled it in.
I’d caught a radio.
Someone evidently had knocked it overboard quite a while back. It had barnacles growing on it.
I’ll have to ask my cow-orkers. I think it involves a very big jar of vaseline, two quarts of corn or vegetable oil, and eight pounds of rice crispies.
Curiously enough, the cow is actually optional. Besides- if you saw my officemate walking towards you with all of the above items, wouldn’t you run away if you were a cow?
Please, Ms. Spears can be explained very easily…
Every 12 year old boy need something to masutbate about, she’s the current wet dream. go figure. Farrah, Madonna, heck, Annette Funicello…hey wait a minute, she was a Mousekateer too, maybe they are breeding little sex objects over at Disney studions…hmmm. Soilent Green seems a little more real to me now…hmmmm.
And don’t get me started about “boy bands” vs “virginal female singers”.
That is for another post.
Ok, Ok, no more drinking and posting for me…
I must sleep now.
My girlfriend said that one day she was waiting in a commons area for her next class to start. When 2 guys start arguing with each other. One pushes the other in this fountain thing and then jumps in after him. They wrestled around for about 30 seconds. Then all of the sudden they stopped jumped out of the fountain and ran in opposite directions. She said it was the weirdest thing she has seen in a while. It wasn’t until later she found the possible explanation for it. There is a sociology class on campus that does strange stuff like this to see how people react. Sounds like a neat class to me.
Another time I was driving into school on a rain soaked morning. In the middle of the highway was a baby crib. I stopped to pull it out of the road so that mo one would hit it. When I got up to it to move it, it had baby blankets in it. That was definately a bit strange.
This reminded me of another Massachusetts highway experience. I was on 93 right past Braintree, in the middle of rush hour. People in front of me started slamming on their brakes, and switching lanes. By the time I got there, I had no way to change lanes, and ran smack into a playschool kitchen set…you know the plactic things with a stove, and telephone, and table? To this day, I’ll never know how it got there…
Once, my girlfriend was taking a friend of ours home after school. They stopped at a red light, and turned to see a clown driving a car. But this was no ordinary clown. This clown was completely dressed – wig, makeup, even the nose. What clown gets completely made up before driving somewhere? Why’d he bother to put the nose on? Weird.
In a similar situation to Coldfire’s second incident in the OP, I had to get some bloodwork done a few weeks ago and when I pulled into the parking lot at the medical complex, there was a car with Hawaii plates - a Jeep Cherokee, I think. I thought it odd at the time, since it’s rare that you’d see one of the few people that move here from Hawaii in the first two weeks before they’d inevitably get Florida plates. Then today, I saw a pickup truck at the car wash with Hawaii plates! How weird is that? Two Hawaii plates in as many weeks, and the last one I’d seen before that was in Hawaii.
I think I saw Fidel Castro in work once. complete with military garb on and the beard. kinda freaked me out. then he got into a piece of shit rusted out boat of a car. I figured Fidel would at least have a caddy or something, so I got back to work.
I was out fly fishing one day in a somewhat shallow and small pond which connect 2 larger lakes, and is fairly full of sunfish, bass, and crappies. I was standing there when I hear a very low hum, not a loud thud like machinery, but more like an ultrasonic, barely audible hum. it coulda been the howitzers or the tanks at the army bass down south about 20 miles, but I digress. suddenly, the entire lake just erupted with fish, I’d say about 50-60 sunnies and crappies and bass jumped up outta the water creating ripples. I nearly shit my pants I was so damned creeped out.
prolly a good thing I didn’t shit my pants though, I was wearing waders.
