There I am on Sunset Blvd the other night, and a guy is yelling at me from the next lane “HEYYY HEYY!” and gesturing to roll down the window.
“What’s YOUR NAME??!” he screams at me.
“You don’t know me.” I reply, nervous.
“YOU LOOK LIKE THAT PENN AND TELLER GUY? YOU HIM?”
“Umm, no…”
“WHAT YOU DO???????”
“Uhh, I’m in marketing” (not really true, but I don’t think yelling at the stoplight requires me to give my elevator pitch)
Meanwhile the light changes, and cars start honking, we start driving and he’s still yelling.
“YEAH, I GOT A COMPANY, IT’S CALLED BLAHBLAH HEALTH BLAH. HOW MUCH WOULD YOU CHARGE TO ****BLOW*** ****IT**** ***UP***?”

I had no idea what he was talking about. We’ve moved along quite a bit. He yells something about blowing it up, and then turns off and gives me a gesture to follow him. Uhhh, right. Then I drive off, and he does not follow, fortunately, but gives me an “oh well, why you blow me off” gesture as I pull away. Very uncomfortable, actually.