Seeing one of those little four-wheeler, all-terrain vehicles (the kind that only fits one person, the driver) parked along the bicycle isle outside of a large grocery store.
or
Having one of your 14 year-old kids publicly admit that they cosplay in their free-time — and he’s a dude.
Actually, to be honest, neither is really strange to me nor most of my coworkers and not because I’m some kind of elite cosmopolitan globetrotter. One of the reasons I rarely discuss the job or the country is that everything kind of blends together, especially once you get a routine going.
But man, seeing as these kids all go to school six days a week, from 8 in the morning till 10 at night, you’d think the last hobby they’d have is playing dress-up in public. At least he’s outside, right? And not in some biker gang or working for Chris Cox of the SEC.