I think Saturday topped them all.
My territory includes an area we natives refer to as "Tweeker Highway". Got a call to meet at a coffee shop on TH - okay. Get there - it recently burned down. Signers waiting in their beat up van. Thin, bad teeth, greasy hair, glassy stares, fidgeting... uh-huh. I roll down my car window and suggest we adjourn to the major brand coffee shop two miles closer to town. They decline and say THERE IS PLENTY OF ROOM IN THEIR VAN.
Thankfully, this was for a signing company that calls me regularly and knows I'll get the job done if at all possible. They backed me up.
You know, in hindsight, I think those two might have had some kind of criminal activity in mind.