Homeless guy on light rail slowly covering himself with chocolate powder. Using the little scoop from the tin, scoop, dump it on his head, scoop, dump it on his head.
Most of it fell off onto his shoulders, but he managed to keep this little, conical, garden gnome hat of chocolate powder on his head.
I knew if I called it in, they'd stop the train and I didn't want to be late for work, so I called them after I got off on my stop.
This was back during the anthrax scares and I didn't want anyone thinking we got anthraxed or something.
"Hey, um, yeah, there's this guy on the West bound train slowly covering himself in chocolate powder. If you find a bunch of brown powder on the train, it's just chocolate drink mix."
"What kind of chocolate powder?"
". . . I dunno, Nestle Quick? Does it matter?"