There's a big Christian convention in town right now, and the daily drive into work has been clogged by pedestrian traffic.
Not sure if it motivated one guy to come out: outside the Hooters on Peachtree the other day, this little old man was brandishing a sign on a pole, reading "97% of churchgoers go to Hell anyway" or something to that effect.
In itself, not so remarkable -- this is Georgia, after all. But this little wizened old dude was wearing a flamboyant purple hat and an even more flamboyant (flamboyanter?) pair of purple pants.
Draped over his arm, looking dreamily into his ear, was one of the Hooters girls.
I'll never know the full story of what was going on at that corner, and I'm a little poorer for it.