This woman decided to practice her ‘worm dance’ right there on the street. Maybe she was trying to crawl into a house through the bushes? Or sneakily take a peek inside someone else’s garden? Whatever she’s doing, she seems to be very focused.
If she’d at least worn a grey sweatshirt she could somehow camouflage into the street, but she went for a bright orange color. Good going, girl.
Google Found Waldo!
After all these years of searching, Google finally found him: the legendary Waldo! Whatever this guy was doing dressed like this -whether it was a costume party, a personal prank, or just simply waking up and feeling like Waldo - we have to thank him for giving us this great pic.
He definitely had all the Waldo books, because his costume is perfect, up until the last detail. The hat, the glasses, the shirt, and even the cane!
All's Good, The Skateboard Is Fine
This skater fell so bad it looks like he's doing a break-dance move. This actually looks like a pretty bad fall; we hope it didn't end so badly. On the bright side, though, the skateboard doesn't seem to have a single scratch!
It's quite surprising to see the guy still firmly holding on to his skateboard. It's as if his first instinct wasn't to make sure he didn't decapitate himself, but to keep the skateboard safe!
How Would You Even Caption This?
If we had to caption this, we'd say "I knew I shouldn't have listened to my mother and gone out for a run". In all fairness, it looks like she slipped, since she is wearing flip-flops.
What a harsh landing. But at least she managed to put out her arm quickly and land on it first. And it looks like she was ready to put the hand, too. How did she manage to fall this way?
It's Like That One Spider-Man Meme
Of course, it had to happen. There are millions of roads out there, and while Google hasn't mapped all of them, it's getting pretty close.
They probably just wave to each other and get on with their work, but are we sure that's all they do? Maybe when they come across each other, they square off, clearing the main street like the big showdown at the end of a Western film—their engines rumble. Hands grip wheels so hard knuckles turn white. Eyes narrow. And then? Nobody ever knows. Nobody is there to see it.