So I went to this goth club many years ago, place was essentially unlit, they brought you a candle at the table when you needed to order from the menu, but then they took it away when you were finished; anyway I went to the bathroom, there's a coffin in the corridor, two toilets, men and women, I see there's a guy standing in the corner waiting to enter the men's room, so I wait on the other side of the coffin... Then some guy comes in from the corridor and enters the bathroom skipping the queue! I'm outraged! I turn to the other guy to say something, and... I see that it's actually a Dracula mannequin.
There was a very inadequately built highway offramp that routinely overflowed back into the emergency lane near where I grew up.
One time, I saw the usual traffic jam queuing on the emergency lane, then a break - apparently some geniuses didn't notice they were queuing behind a broken down truck standing on the emergency lane, and the offramp was actually pretty clear.