Well, this isn't exactly crazy but my friend Mike and I were supposed to sell tie-dye t-shirts at this flea market. We got in line with the rest of the vehicles and waited and waited...before too long we start passing a joint. Soon he decides to get out and get a drink. Finally the line starts moving only Mike's gone with the keys.

Some large bald man starts knocking on the window, "Little lady, you're gonna hafta move this truck." I'm like, "No...Mike's got the keys...he'll be back soon." Apparently, this is a big faux pas in flea market etiquette because the guy was pissed and made the rest of the cars go around the truck. When Mike came back the large bald man went up one side of him and down the other. But Mike just stood there, smiling, kind of even laughing and saying, "Duuude, I NEEDED A LEMONADE!"