One time I kept seeing a guy on the freeway with a "Powered by Nickelback" sticker on his car. I could never get a good look at his face. For some reason I needed to. So one time I followed him all the way to his destination (which not so ironically was Walmart). I asked him, "Is that sticker ironic, or do you really love Nickelback?" He really loved Nickelback. I didn't even laugh or crack a smile. I just kind of nodded and forget what I said back. I just always wondered how that band had fans. I am usually a very, "Whatever you like is cool" person. That doesn't go for Nickelback.
About two weeks ago on the way to lunch, I heard, "I don't need your civil waaarrhheerhoorr" blasting out of a car near us. I looked around and I saw a real life stereotype. Dude had long curly hair, a bunch of weird rings on, and was driving a 90s Camaro. I pulled out my phone and looked at my friend and said, "A picture is not enough. This requires video and sound!" The light turned green and he took off before I could document the moment, and it actually made me sad. That video would've made the day of all my friends. I literally thought, "No one will believe this if I don't get proof! It's too good!"
The other day in the store there was a "red orange" juice made by Tropicana. Since it is a blend of blood and regular oranges, I guess they couldn't call it blood orange juice. But I pretended they did it because they wanted to put a sanitized label on the juice. I called the company and acted like I was in a fit of rage that they would not put "blood orange" on their label. I went on to state how my brother and sister vampires would not be buying their product now or ever, and hung up. I figured it would give the lady who answered the phone a story to tell.
Update: I started feeling way too guilty about the mention of the lady in the park, and the picture I posted, so I needed to take it down. I don't usually do that but it just wore way too much on my sense of being a human, so I had to censor myself.