Sometimes I’m so used to weird stuff that it doesn’t even strike me as weird.
A man walks in hold five toilet plungers. He goes over to a table and starts talking to one of the ladies there. I can’t hear everything, but I do hear this:
Him: A dollar.
Her: For all?
Him: No, no, no, each is a dollar.
“Excuse me!” I call. “Are you trying to sell those in here?”
“No!” he calls back. “Just talking to my mom…” He winks at the lady and walks out the door.
It was at least an hour before I thought to myself, “You know? Maybe that could go on the blog…”