An elderly lady wearing her clothes back-to-front just walked past me forwards, mumbling to herself backwards. She looked at me as if I was crazy for obeying the basic mechanics of causality (which even I take fairly extreme liberties with.) Made me wonder if she had discovered a really tedious form of time-travel and how this might affect her BINGO nights. I wanted her to stick around so I could see what kind of medication she might disgorge, but she had places to unsee and things to undo and vanished. This has inspired me to dress upside-down with loafers on my hands, cartwheel into establishments and order pastries in inverted English. Strudels, if you're wondering.
In unrelated news, I got trampled by The Elephant.