Some bat**** crazy homeless guy got off the train and came into the headshop last week, packing a half-gallon of milk and a new box of nutter butters.
Was helping another custy when he came in, he wasn't there for long, then he left even before I finished with the current custy.
Go to the back where he was browsing and theres the half-gallon of milk, exploded in the middle of my ****ing water pipe show room. Dude left like 3/4's of the nutter butters all crumbled up to.
****ing *******, at least tell me you spilled. ****ing weird enough that he brought a snack in anyways.