10am: Old guys walks into Don's Photo and says he "PEED" himself. Turns to the door then walks back in looks at me with a smile and says "I just soiled myself" then walks out of the store.
11:30am: Old black guy comes in, no teeth, mubbles some shit to me. Takes off his backpack takes a cooler out, takes a bag out of the cooler, and out of the bag comes a rusted(maybe bloody) set of head trimmers covered in hair and says he bought this here. I told him we sell cameras and he didin't buy it here. He trys to hand it to me to fix. I stepped back to keep a buffer between me and the death clippers. I told him to go to the Bay and bug them.
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