This didn't conclude our creepy encounters for the weekend. Yesterday, on our way home from running a few errands we saw two men selling Domino's pizza out of the back of a pick up truck. To sweeten the buyer's deal, the men were dressed up; one was dressed in drag in a white gown and gloves with a long blonde wig (and facial hair, of course). The other was dressed up as a jester. I don't know about you, but the last time I bought pizza out of the back of a truck from a guy in drag and a guy dressed as a jester it did not agree with my gastrointestinal tract.
Finally, to round out our wtf weekend, we encountered one more classy citizen of Fayettenam. Right there, on the main road outside of our subdivision approximately a mile from our home was a man walking along the side of the road donning a late model gas mask. Not carrying said mask, but with it perfectly in place on his face. Wtf???
After further discussion about our encounters over the weekend, hubby and I decided we will move somewhere with far fewer people upon his honorable discharge from the Army. Somewhere like the wilds of Wyoming, the back woods of Montana, or the deep wilderness of the Northwest Territory. I guess we'll see where the winds carry us.