Are you kidding me?????

Yesterday, after a long day of packing, moving stuff around, and dealing with a dog on the verge of a nervous breakdown (dogs don't like moving, esp dogs who were brought to the Humane Society when a previous owner moved), we decided to run a few errands.

We ran the errands, had my wedding dress in the backseat (in a bag, don't worry the Tall Guy didn't see it!) and were sitting at a traffic light about two blocks from my house when I noticed an altercation of some sort happening at the McDonalds. Keeping in mind, we're sitting in the middle of a three-lane-in-one direction road, I don't think too much of this until I see a man sprinting into the intersection straight for our car. The Tall Guy quickly locked the doors and rolled up the cracked windows as the man looked into the car, not really seeming to see us and then held on to the roof rack as the light changed and the Tall Guy made a move to pull out of the intersection. Quick as can be, the man, yelling and gesticulating wildly hopped onto the hood of the car, and slid up so he was sitting on the edge where the roof and windshield meet with this feet resting on the windshield wipers. For a moment, we were dumbfounded, totally perplexed as to what was going on. Carefully, as cars careened around us, the Tall Guy was able to pull off to the side a bit where the man continued to yell at the ghosts he was claiming were following him. As I called 9-1-1 and a crowd was collecting, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out... a beer. No joke. He cracked it open, it went shooting everywhere and I was running through the list of possible outcomes as the 9-1-1 operator took our information and kept saying "So, he's just SITTING ON the roof of your car? For no apparent reason?" to which I said politely, that he appeared to be an intoxicated schizophrenic from my view, through the windshield so anything was possible.

This went on for about 3-4 minutes and suddenly, cop cars came from all directions. The man decided it was time to mosey (seriously there was no urgency in his motion) off the car and as he climbed down nonchalantly, he was promptly tackled by MoCo cops. In the end, there was minor damage to the Tall Guys car with a scratch on the hood, no one was hurt, we had 7 police cars on the scene and my wedding dress is in one piece (my concern, of course). The police said they hadn't quite seen anything like this before, and we headed straight to the car wash to get the beer smell off the car. We were both a bit shaky, but obviously fine. I'm just so happy we didn't have Annie with us, as she tends to flip out when people approach the car... so, in the midst of all our other chaos, the karma gods or someone decided to toss one more thing out there for us this weekend. Let's keep our fingers crossed that that's it for a week or so...