I go around the side of my apartment building and cut through another complex's parking lot when walking to class. Today, as I was stepping over this small brick wall, I almost stepped on this guy...
A few hours later, I was out at Lake Thoreau with Don and Kris looking for tree holes (mosquito larvae live in them) in the woods. Kris and I saw a good root ball hole, so we started walking toward it. There was a small fallen tree in our way, so I ducked under it, at which point I heard Kris exclaim, "Whoa dude! Did you not SEE that?!" I turned around to see what he was talking about, and saw that I had ducked directly under this guy...
How the fuck does that happen twice in one day? I'm starting to wonder if people are snorting cocaine off dead hookers in plain sight and I'm just not noticing.