We're having a health fair today at work. I put in the obligatory appearance and was immediately accosted by a short man in a giant banana suit. He played acoustic guitar and sang a horribly mangled version of The Beatles' Michelle (which just so happens to be the song I was named after). Then he offered me a pear and escorted me to the American Red Cross booth to sign up for the blood drive.
... Am I awake? Because, seriously. That was surreal.