An outdoor gun range next to DeAnza College and a bunch of guys who were there with full-size toy anti-tank rockets. These things had some sort of shell with a disposable head that you loaded into the firing tube, and the shell was packed full of black powder. They were quite literally to a real anti-tank rocket what a pump-action air rifle is to a real firearm. These guys were taking out wooden targets with them quite handily.
Then they noticed me watching from up on a second-floor terrace at the college, and we got in a shouting argument. They thought I was in a boy band, apparently, and they didn't believe me when I said I was totally gangsta. I was really surprised, because apparently that usually worked.
I ducked inside before they decided to turn the anti-tank rockets on me, and logged in on a Qume terminal in some stat lab, where I was talking about how cool the rockets were with a geek girl-- I think it was either Yvil or yertle-- who totally wanted to get one.