One of those weird days where the sky is threatening to just open up and sprinkle but decided to chance it and take a brisk walk during lunch and knock off a geocache or two. As I'm strolling through the La Brea Tar Pits, a woman is playing the bagpipes, not very well, but the sound is rich and mellow and is like the soundtrack to an independent film—but if it were a scene from a movie you would think, why is the sky this color? why is this music playing? and why are we in the La Brea Tar Pits?
Just one of those days.