NEARLY NEKKID AT GOLDEN GARDENS

We saw a bunch of you, men and women, get undressed under a blue tent with a banner that read "Nearly Nekkid Norwegians" last Saturday at Golden Gardens Park in Ballard. It was barely 48 degrees out. You were all pretty tattooed and tough looking, and you had, at first glance, a bunch of scary looking battle-axes and swords that turned out, on closer inspection, to be plastic. Then we saw you swimming in the fah-fah-fah-freezing waters of Puget Sound. It looked completely crazy, and people probably thought you were crazy, going swimming in early February like that. But it turns out this was a "polar plunge" to raise funds for Special Olympics Washington.

POOPY BOOBY TRAP ON CAPITOL HILL

You were an older gentleman walking your black-and-white and yellow-fleece-vested pooch down Harvard Avenue. After your dog did its business beneath a young tree, you paused to consider how to handle the meager pile it had left on the ground. We saw you stand there, contemplating it: Do you use the plastic bag in your hand to pick up the small load? Or maybe since it was so small—maybe there's another way? In the moment of your decision, a very tiny dead leaf caught your eye. Aha! You picked up the leaf, held it over the poop, and then with your index finger pressed it down into the poop, making sure that the leaf fully covered the leavings. You seemed happy with yourself. There it is. Perfect. A poop trap.

DOOMSDAY LIGHT RAILER

As you sat next to a woman on a southbound light-rail train, you soberly and methodically explained how the economy is going to crash on October 19. If she wanted more details about this, you recommended that she watch something on YouTube. All of the money in our pockets and bank accounts will become worthless on that day, you promised. "I do not care about money," she said to you with big brown eyes. "I only care about love." With that, you stopped talking about the end of the world.

COLUMBIA CITY MAN THINKS HE'S HILARIOUS

At Js Bar in Columbia City, you told the employee behind the counter that you'd like to order the "Immunity" juice. Then you thought of a brilliant joke. "If I get sick in the next year, I can sue you, right?" you said. His weak chuckle made it clear you are probably the hundredth person who's made that joke this week.