Yesterday I got to thinking and I realized that I hadn't had any zany experiences lately. Sure, there was the graffiti at the library or that lady with tattoos on her boobs at Fry's, but it wasn't like I'd stepped on a used condom at the park or anything.
Literally as I was thinking that, a lady drove up our lane, stopped her car, got out of it, and threw up in front of our house. Then she drove away.
Thank you, lady. That'll do nicely.