A hotel room full of badass middle-aged women all dressed as Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter films, who were also completely wasted on Jello shots.  They kept encouraging me to stay and party with them.

A 20-something dude who answered the door with an unsheathed katana dangling through a belt loop on his jeans.

Multiple instances of people asking if I would sell them pot.

A guy who slipped a twenty directly into my shirt because I apparently was the “spitting image” of his deceased daughter

A woman who admonished me for driving a Mazda, and wrote “get a real car” in the tip portion of my credit receipt.