*Black fleece jacket with large grey wolf on the back, the wearer also sporting a rolled dingy white bandanna across his forehead.
*Navy blue tee with horizontal maroon and silver flames, the lower half contains a mustachioed man riding a chopper, and the top half contained a faded silver wolf face. (Among various other wolf-sitings today, apparently I missed the memo.)
*A woman in her late 40s so pilled out, she asked me at 1:30pm if I was getting ready to close the store and then after browsing for 45 minutes started to leave without paying for the items she initially chose and then proceeded to FALL ASLEEP while counting her money at checkout. (Surprisingly, not the first time I’ve seen this happen.)
*Epic mom jeans tucked into some tall bright-white sneakers.
*Supreme body-builder with fallen mohawk looking for Megadeth and Mad Max. (Don’t you love it when a stereotype can be proven?)
*Eight-ish year old boy try to convince his
aunt?grandma? that he should buy the Playboy Mansion video game. (He didn’t get it.)
*Three different people sold me the same I-Desperately-Need-Money sob story; it goes like this: I’m totally out of gas, I have less than a dollar to my name, a grandparent is in the hospital and I have to be there. (You would think if they were going to try to persuade me of their need, they could do better than “I’m irresponsible.”)
*Mid-to-late 20s-ish fellow came in and wanted to know if we had any t.A.T.U. cds. (I managed to successfully not laugh at him and hopefully hid my smirk very well.)