Once, I was sitting in an airport that also had a train station in it (I think it was in Germany), and I saw a very normal-looking businessman who looked like he might be Korean calmly walk into the waiting room, drop his brief case, and start dancing wildly (to no music). Some guards had to tell him to stop, but as soon as they left, he started again. When I got on the train, he was on there, still dancing.
On my flight home from the trip, there was also a very tall and fairly buff teenage boy wearing girls' white jeans, a pink v-necked sweater, and girl's jewelry riding the train and chatting happily with his parents and little sisters. (They were Swedish.) He was a little bizarre-looking, but I guess it was sweet how his family accepted him so readily.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy