I could be one of those sightings for someone else. One time, after the gym, I wanted to grab a drink and get some protein in me. Walking home, I passed by a bar, happened to be a gay bar. It was mid-afternoon, so pretty empty, and I was mostly looking to eat and drink and read, so nobody was really gonna bother me. They had deviled eggs on the menu. I got a citywide and ordered some eggs. They were really good deviled eggs. Each order came with three full eggs l, split in half, so six halves of eggs per order. I just sat there, and those eggs were sooo fucking good. Every time I ordered another drink, I'd order another round of eggs. Probably got four or five rounds of citywide and eggs. Fucking good eggs. But the bartender definitely thought I was weird, like I was some sort of alien or a gay dude with a really stinky scat fetish.