An expert's opinion says that I should not fear accidentally finding myself driving in the middle of a parade. I know, I know, I know. Parades are very well delineated, municipal support personnel are on hand to direct crowds and traffic, and, I don't even own a car. But that's the thing about phobia; anxiety is disproportionate to probability.
So, I'm just minding my own business walking down the street on my way to have a bowl of shredded duck and cabbage noodle soup when this:
You have got to be kidding me.