Well, this one's a little weird...
I was standing in front of a car parts place (like Pep Boys), waiting for my car to finish being serviced. A little white-with-brown owl walks up to me, lets out one of those unholy screeches that they do, then starts purring and twining around my legs like a cat. You usually don't think of "owl" and "sinuous" in the same sentence, but this one was workin' it. I turned to my right, and on the other side of a hedge was a life-size bronze statue of Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was in a sort of "come at me, bro" pose, completely naked, and rocking a dong of nearly inhuman proportions.
