There's a crazy man that walks around my office building every day around 11 am blowing a whistle. That alone is a bit strange, but what really gets me is his clothes. Yesterday he was dressed in the hat and top of a high school marching band member and a tutu and tights below, twirling a baton in his right hand. Today he was wearing a very nice looking wedding dress, train and all. The funniest part is the way the entire floor of my building rushes to the window when he marches by. The chaos and giggling (I work on a floor that is probably 85% giggly women) last for about 10 minutes.