Even stranger was when I was ordering a beverage and noticed a woman across the cafe pulling kittens out of her lunchbox and feeding them with a tiny bottle. She was far enough away that I could rule out exam-related after effects on my vision.
Also unrelated, I was crossing the street while listening to headphones. Instead of crossing when the light changed, the girl on the opposite curb just stood there holding a large Starbucks Blended Beverage waiting for someone to help her make it to street level. I was very confused as she waved her arms and pointed at her not that tall white high heels as a means of requesting gentlemanly assistance. For the record, this was a crosswalk with a ramp suitable for people in wheelchairs to use.
Other spectations since the last report: Dreaming of Space (best part = the audience full of Russians going nuts when Yuri Gagarin character makes a brief, but apparently plot-important appearance. "Yuri, Yuri", one older patron murmured.), Three Times (one dull story not enough? let's do three!), the Standard (cheap take on school violence, rent Elephant), Backstage (oddly compelling French tale of celebrity and romantic obsession), Man Push Cart (nicely done story of the terribly and quietly depressing life of an immigrant). Also: the Fiery Furnaces, who rearranged everything for guitar, which I found rather entertaining.
