I was once involved in a liquor store robbery where I was a clerk....
This reminds me, about a relative via marriage I had growing up. He was married to my Aunt. I think he was her 3rd husband? Anyhow...
He would be setting there quiet, then all of a sudden his mouth would fly open, and a story would just come out. His eyes would bulge a bit, waving his hands in the air. Scooting to the edge of his seat, to tell you his tale. His voice would become more and more excited as the he went on.
The stories were so far fetched, that you actually went past the stage of doubt, and straight down the rabbit hole as you thought "this makes sense!" Then you came back to your senses.
One particular story comes to mind:
He was hunting in the Arctic and had to jump on the back of a Polar Bear, stabbing it to death with a Pocket Knife. Later, he had to sew a finger back on with fishing twine, as he set by the fire roasting Polar Bear Steaks. Just wanted to share.