Things got a little weird at Dunn Brothers yesterday.

I first noticed a naked, oddly painted mannequin on the balcony of the apartment above the café.

Then, when I got inside of the café, I set my stuff down and went towards the restroom. I opened the door and surprised a little old man who apparently didn’t know how to work the door lock. I was horrified. I quickly closed the door as he started peeing on the wall in shock. SO embarrassing.

I then sat back down and recognized a nearby gay couple. They were at this Dunn Brothers cafe the last time I was here, last September.

They are an odd couple, not only because one of them looks like Tracy Morgan, but because they had one those “status of the relationship/our feelings” conversations that is WAY too intimate for a crowded café. It was gloriously awkward, and my friend Mike and I were amused.

So of course, five months later, I run into this same couple in the middle of the very same awkwardly intimate conversation. Déjà vu!

A hearse pulled  into the parking lot as I left the cafe.

There was blood (hopefully) painted on the back window of the hearse, which was driven by a soda-toting hipster who I’m pretty sure lives in the naked-mannequin apartment. Somehow that’s not surprising.

We had a mannequin as our floor mascot in the dorms one year. The freshmen found it in South Beach, brought it back to campus in cab, and clothed it with stolen clothes from the laundry room. It rotated from room to room, and was pretty random, and fun. I kinda want a mannequin now…