uh yea, that should be sub-sonic
When I was 10 or so, I was being driven home from school and noticed a very large turtle crossing the street (on Turtle Creek Boulevard, no less :)). While most cars just moved to the other lane to avoid it, one driver slammed on his brakes, got out of the car, grabbed the turtle, ran back to his car and drove off. That was pretty weird, I guess.
Sometime soon after, driving down the same street, I looked out the window and saw a car going about 30 MPH, and the woman driving – who was alone in the car – was apparently putting on some sort of puppet show for herself with her hands, steering with her elbow, and making her hands “talk” to each other while she mouthed something. She seemed quite absorbed in what she was doing, and I don’t think she was even really watching the road.
Incidentally, I used to live in a neighborhood next to another one with huge yards, and diagonal from me was a woman who had, next to her monstrously large cinderblock house, a cinderblock shelter bigger than most houses for her numerous peacocks, so I often saw peacocks wandering around my neighborhood, and feathers all over the place. For some reason, this didn’t seem so strange at the time, just irritating. Do you know how loud peacocks can be while you’re trying to sleep?
At work I was standing outside taking a break. This lady in a car is driving slowly down the lane beside the building toward the parking lot. She had to stop as 5 geese were meandering across the road in front of her. They then stopped and sat down in the middle of the road blocking her car.
Without the slightest hesitation I saw her roll down her window, stick her arm out holding a mysterious cylindrical object…a pepper spray canister. She then maced the hell out of the geese, which scattered squacking out of her way, then rolled up the window and calmly drove on.
She didn’t even rev the engine or honk to try and scare the geese. Just BAM, straight to the pepper spray!
Haven’t seen one of those, but I have seen a transvestite. Nothing special? How ‘bout a Chinese transvestite? Not impressed? Then how about a freakin’ seven foot six Chinese transvestite? Yeah, well I saw one of them walking down the street in Sydney last year.
Last week, watching the local flood coverage here in Houston. As if the flood pictures of water to roof lines and submerged vehicles weren’t overwhelming enough…
A Budweiser 18 wheel truck driver (among many others) had to abandon his truck due to rapidly rising flood waters. The news footage was of a looter who had to be rescued from the truck because he tried to steal beer from the abandoned and nearly submerged truck.
Abby
I once saw a Santa Claus driving down Columbia Pike in a completely decorated (Christmas lights, tree, garland, etc.) red '60s convertible. Strangest part is this was in mid-November and he had the top down!
For those who don’t know, Columbia Pike is a main east-west commuter route in Arlington, VA. Anyone driving a convertible down Columbia Pike with the top down in mid-November would be unusual.
I think this is the weirdest thing I have seen in awhile.
I was driving home Saturday night with fiance and daughter from a friends house at about 12:30 am. We pull up to a red light and I look over at the car next to me. It’s a souped up little honda accord driven by a young guy maybe late teens early, early twenties. He has his driver side window down and I tell both fiance and daughter “Hey look at that car, he has a TV in the dash. Thats pretty cool!” I’m easily amused as you can tell. Well I get a closer look and realize he is watching a porno in his car! :eek: I quickly tell my daughter not to look and of course she asks why. Only thing I could think of to say is that its not polite to stare. :rolleyes: I learned my lesson.
I took a walk around my circle today. I live in a quiet, residential area of my small town (5000 people). We don’t get tons of traffic or noise. We’re basically in the woods.
Anyhow, I was walking, and I came around a curve, and three people were standing in the middle of the road. Okay, that’s not terribly unusual. Okay, two were older (60’s-70’s); one man, who was wearing a derby, and one woman. There was also one other woman a bit younger (30-ish) with them. Again, not terribly strange.
The old man had a metal detector and was standing over a water spigot and the detector was beeping! The old woman had a rake in her hand.
What the heck were they doing? Those aren’t people that live in my neighborhood or even in the county, judging by their truck’s license plate. When they saw me coming, though, they ran to the truck, jumped inside, and started it up. I walked past them, feeling very strange, they passed me, and the old man tipped his hat to me. Then they sped off.
You know those car alarms that are a male voice telling you to “Step away from the vehicle”?
Well, when I came out of the supermarket last night, I saw a Honda yelling at a shopping cart. Every time it yelled, the cart would gently drift forward and tap the bumper, then the Honda would start yelling at it again.
Easily understood, but very surreal to watch.
Street musicians are fairly common on the Drag by the UT campus, but today there was a green-Mohawked shirtless guy sitting crosslegged on the ground playing a violin. Not something you see every day. Since he played “Greensleeves” I had to listen and give him some money.
A wierd thing happened to me the other day. I live in London (England) and I was walking past Embankment tube station in the direction of Big Ben when this guy on my left suddenly stopped, kneeled down, and drew an arrow in chalk on the ground, then stood up and kept walking.
Easy, Nukeman. It’s an ancient kids game! You divide into two groups. The first leave indications and assigments on the ground, and the second have to perform them and ultimately find group 1. The Dutch name for it translates into “track seeker”, if that makes any sense.
I suppose it’s odd to see a grown man do it, though.
Coldfire, I dont know if you ever read any Frederick Forsyth novels, but in some of them he describes the methods (whether they are real methods or not I dont know) used by MI6 spies to pass on secret documents. The spy and the MI6 agent meet up and agree on a place to hide the documents or whatever (eg behind a loose brick). They then choose a lamp post by a main road nearby that the spy can put a symbol on in chalk to tell the MI6 agent that there is something in the ‘dead letter box’. This is what made it so surreal for me.
Driving on my way to work one morning I saw an elderly Asian gentleman riding a pink little girls bike down a busy street. It was obviously a mode of transportation rather then for fun. ODD.
I know I told everybody I was taking a break from the boards (and I am) but I had to pop back in here to let everybody in on two things…
1 - Yesterday was my SDMBirthday - one year on the boards - whoopee.
and
2 - Yesterday I was having a Western Ranch Crispy Chicken Sandwich at Carl’s jr. (I was sitting inside the building, mind you, not on the patio or anything) and guess what came walking right by my table … a frickin’ pigeon with a gaddamned club-foot.
It’s creepy, I tell you!
Speaking of Budweiser, the new Budweiser advertising campaign does my head in something fierce.
I don’t know if these are being shown in the US, but the first ad out extols the virtue of the man who invented the foot-long hot dog. Whoever came up with this campaign has perfectly spoofed the standard US TV commercial “Real American” format – manly mustachio’d men (holding hotdogs), a mulleted rock singer to emphasize key phrases (“Real American Hero!” “Mr. Foot-Long Hot Dog Inventor!”), combined with copy along the lines of “We marvelled at your ten-inch hot dog. But you said 'Wait – I can give you two more inches.”
The first time I saw it, I stared goggle-eyed, mouth agape, until the tag line: “Thank you – for giving us all a longer wiener.” And then my head exploded.
[sub]Quotes are from memory and may not be accurate. The ad itself can be viewed from the link above. Weird as it is, it’s still a lot better than those stupid frogs.[/sub]
jr8 – seen the all american demolition man hero yet?
You’ll not be surprised to know that he has a HUGE ball.
Anyway my weirdness.
Saturday afternoon at a bowling alley. Me and several mates are just easing ourselves round a few beers, warming up for a stag night.
As it’s Saturday afternoon, the place is rammed with groups of sprogs. One little chap wanders in front of me as I’m about to bowl for a spare. He’s perhaps two or three years old – I’m not good at aging kids, but he’s small enough that he’s holding the ball in front of his chest and he can’t get his arms all the way round it and is staggering under the weight.
Now I am a seriously poor bowler and the lads I was with are more experienced than I at bowling. Cos this is a stag do, there is testosterone aplenty swilling around and I am therefore bowling for my Honour. The previous ball had surprised me, I had put nine pins down.
So, the tyke gives me a large grin, turns round and throws his ball down my lane. It goes THUMP as it hits the wood and rolls in slo-mo down the lane, teeters over the gutter and then takes out the last pin.
Kid gets a round of applause from two lanes either side, takes a bow and strolls off into the wings.
Ohmygawd! That is the funniest thing!
I live in NYC and have seen many strange things. One that sticks out was a delivery van I saw one day. It had a poorly done, hand painted logo on the side of the the van for the company.
Hansel and Gretel Brand
Fresh Cold Cuts
Yikes!