Add to my list of "bizarre things that have happened to me" the drunk guy from the movie theater tonight. This guy was leaving the theater when he stops and turns to me and Jordan, the last people in the theater (we like to watch the credits-- I like to see where it was filmed), and starts telling us all sorts of things. He just rattled them off.
"My name is Enrique. I'm Puerto Rican. You know how the Yankees beat the Phillies? I was excited about that. I was excited about the Giants too. Hey, my cousin owns this restaurant on Wilmont and Broadway. It's sorta Cuban style food. You'd like it."
Yadda. Yadda.
Didn't get to see if the film was actually filmed in Turkey or not because Enrique was too busy telling us his life story.
So, yeah... this goes on that list of things along with the
Taco Bell guy and the molester who gave me his phone number and, later, a shoulder massage while I was at work. (Long story.)