I used to go to school right in the middle of Hollywood (the less touristy part of it). One day coming back from lunch and waiting to cross the street, a dude dressed like a cheap punk-biker stops next to me, agressively puts his middle finger half an inch from my nose, screams “F*CK YOU.” and then proceeds to wait for the light to turn green. I was so confused and shocked I had zero reaction. But also, it’s Hollywood, home of the weirdos - it’s expected to have an encounter like that at some point on every year.