My occasional brush with the unusual is in the form of a local resident. He's a fellow generally referred to as "The Happy Man", and has actually been mentioned in the newspaper's letters to the editor. I think he's functionally ********, or something.
He walks everywhere, for great distances, and for the last few months has been employed at a nearby Target store. He's called the Happy Man because he'll occasionally park himself at one majorly busy intersection around here, stand in one of the concrete corner islands, and twist around waving both arms up and down in huge arcs, like he's either ecstatically greeting the world, or in an evangelical fervor. When he's walking, he'll swing his arms high like he's sending his best to everyone passing by, and he constantly does this big, echo-y, monotone vocal thing: "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......" "YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."
Just lately, I've passed him a couple of times when he's apparently gotten off work and is walking to wherever he goes, and his big vocal thing has taken on a distinctly aggressive tone. The other day, he was walking across a big parking lot and was really yelling, practically barking, at nothing and no one in particular...he sounded really hacked off. Maybe his Target gig's doing a number on him.