Texas is surreal.

Me: *walks down the road*
Old guy on a bike: Whats wrong? Out of gas? HAHAHA!
Me: *smiles, nods, and hurrys away from him*
And another time...
Me: *walks down the road, and sees a bicycle lying in the ditch* Huh?
Shaggy-looking Ragamuffin on a bike: It's been down there for 3 days. Take it if you want, I bet it still works!
Me: (Is that where you got your bike? )
And this one is Twilight-Zone material.

Me: *walks to the library*
Surfer Dude on a bike: Yo! Wazzup, man? *holds out hand for a high-five*
Me: Uh... *high-fives him as he rides past*
Dude: Haha! You is cool, fool. *continues to ramble about how cool I am as he leaves*
Oddly enough, all of these incidents involved bicycles...I wonder if there's a connection.
