They were playing croquet with oversized wickets, bowling balls, and sledgehammers.
And dressed in full-on Steampunk costumes.
And I’m thinking “Oh, it’s one of those Portland street fair things, themed parades, it’s ... Whatever The Fuck Day.”
And the guy with the monocle and top hat looks at me.
“ It’s Sunday.”
Then — KACHONK — hits his bowling ball through the wicket.
As we say in a Montreal, “Bonne chance bloke.”