If you really want to liven up your day, go to the doctor's office on the same day the group home for mental illness has all their appointments.
Wow!, about covers it. A guy walks up to me and tries his best to be social. I'm all for that, so we talk for a while. (A really, REALLY, LONG while) He asks my life story and he tells me his. I mention I was in the Army and now he's all interested. He asks me if they taught me karate and kung fu while I was in. I tell him no, but we did learn how to fight. So then he asks me if I know about pressure points. I said, "Yes." Then he asks me if I know about the one on the shoulder. (motions to his shoulder like the Vulcan neck pitch.) I tell him no, but I know how to tear your arm out of your socket with the least amount of force possible.
We talk a little bit more and he tells me he was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. ....maybe I shouldn't have told him I could tear his arm off.
The few hours we were there I saw things that made me chuckle, gasp and drop my jaw. It was definitely entertaining.