
When I was still living in Portland (the original one in Maine, not the reboot in Oregon), some idiot in the neighborhood's car alarm would go off every single night at 3 AM. I repeat: every single night. This went on for far longer than it should, culminating in a large group of neighbors from all over the neighborhood standing around the car in their jammies or sweats and calling the police with the car blaring in the background. I know, because I was one of them. The cops showed up and told us all to go home, they'd take it from there. Last night it happened, strangely enough.
Oh, and toepick! I own that movie, too. When my friend Gi and I ran the last snowshoe race together, I caught the front of my snowshoe and almost face planted. While I was doing so, I yelled "Toe pick!" and Gi looked at me and said "Did you just say toe pick? Oh my god, I do that, too!"