As if having your butt molested and choking on chicken wasn't enough, the weird day continued. After our lunch, we did some shopping at a mall built into the city block. As we were walking down the street, a homeless man approached us. He carried chop sticks in his hand.
We were walking shoulder to shoulder and I was closest to the street. As he neared us he asked if we had change. We told him that we did not. He continued walking and I assumed that he'd pass by.
He did not.
He turned toward me as I walked by. Somewhat suddenly, he stuck his chop sticks out and began pinching and poking me in the arm. At this point, I threw my arms up in the air, completely flabbergasted by the fact that I'd awoken in another universe that morning. Side note: I think we need to use the word flabbergasted more often. "Seriously? You have got to be kidding me!"
"Did he touch you with them?" One of my friends asked.
"Yes! He grabbed me like I was a piece of orange chicken."
I'd never before had someone arrested. I'd never before choked in the middle of a restaurant. I'd certainly never before been poked and prodded by a homeless man's chop sticks. Who knew that a day in Pasadena would hold so many firsts for me?