Well, i have a rather disturbing story to tell.
I went to this place here called the paraground (it's where local bands get together and play, and also people with musical talent that aren't in bands go there to have a jam session just for fun) I was about to go on stage, and i didn't notice that one of my strings on my bass guitar had snapped. So as i was going on stage some older guy (maybe 45 or 50 years old at least) pointed it out, i pulled out my back up strings so i could fix it, and i dropped the pack of strings. The guy kindly picked them up and handed them to me, and then said something i would have never expected to hear come out of another human being's mouth:
"Here you go mister sexy leprechaun!"
I assume he was a drunk hobo, as he smelled like malt liqour mixed with sweat and funk.
Anyway, later on when i was coming off the stage i saw the same guy again and he asked me if i lost something. I told him i don't think so and he pulls out this golden dollar and says:
"I think you dropped a lucky charm from your pot of gold", gives it to me, and walks off.
I seriously need to move i think.