A suburban "martini lounge's" "Grape Fizz" martini that tasted suspiciously like grape Kool Aid (which, by the way, is not a complaint).
A 3 foot long raccoon darting nimbly across my busy street, ducking under my neighbor's house.
A very buxom 17 year old doing an impromptu "jazz dance" routine in the "Tuscan" home decor aisle of a very suburban "home decor" store to the tune of Salt-n-Pepa's classic "Push It." (and yes, every one of those quotation marks is warranted.)
A semi-inebriated 70 year old assuring me (unasked for) that she had "a designated driver," and only "came for the men."
A dead rat on my patio.
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