Only in Seattle, with the temperature well below freezing, would you wait in line for the ATM behind a guy wearing only some ruffles and a spandex unitard. When I asked him if he'd been drinking, he mumbled something about touching my "snatch," Four Loko, fairies, and "motherfucking TOM-ya Harding." Then he showed me some ninja kicks and disappeared into the night. To this I say: God bless you, Seattle. There's no one quite like you.