I Love My Neighbors

A new post will be coming soon, but here's a short story to tide you over:

We have a little market three blocks from the house called Marketime which is a pretty well stocked small, independent grocery. Recently, I've been witness to a man in the store, a rather large man, who lumbers with a purpose while shopping. Then, while checking out he states to the cashier in a somewhat aggravated voice bordering on shouting:

"I would like you to place my items in two plastic bags. I would also like a receipt so I can have a record of what I am purchasing."

After the transaction, he then proceeds to rip up the receipt, making certain the cashier can see him, while stating, "I am now ripping up the receipt into many pieces and throwing it in the trash can."

I've seen this happen twice, but apparently it has been a regular occurrence recently and the cashiers have shifted from being totally scared for their lives to more of a feeling of cautious whimsy.

Thanks to this man for my weekly dose of entertainment...until he snaps at some point and we hear, "I am now strangling this cashier for giving me incorrect change."