Anybody ever had one of those moments when you weren't sure if you were in real life or a Disney movie? I was driving to the drycleaners today when I passed what appeared to be a homeless man. He was driving a bike with a trailer that had all kinds of trash and recyclables strapped on it. And hanging on to one of the bungee cords was a dirty little woody doll, looking like he was gonna jump. I instinctively swerved a little to my right so if he did he would be able to roll safely under my car, and I couldn't help looking for buzz to see how they would cooperatively get out of this jam. Anything like that ever happen to you guys, or should I schedule a session with a psychiatrist?