Working third shift at an inconvenience store on Roswell Road in Atlanta, lying athwart the exit route for folks partying in Buckhead to return to their homes in the northern bedroom 'burbs, I saw all manner of weird and exciting stuff: A crew-cab duallie low-rider with a hot-tub full of drunken revelers in the bed. Armed robberies of the businesses on all three sides. A guy with black hair, black clothes, pale skin, muttonchop sideburns, sunglasses at 3AM, and a black suicide-door Lincoln Continental with tinted windows and the license plate "NATAS". The little Mexican dude who did his weekly grocery shopping at the stop'n'rob in the wee hours with his pet snake draped around his neck. But I never, ever saw anything this weird.
(H/T to Dustbury.)