I keep running into this Larry the Cable Guy clone, except skinny. You know, like "How did you know I do meth?" skinny. He's not got a basket, he seems to just be talking on his cellphone while "I don't just live in a trailer, I manage the park!" Lady next to him is steadily packing WIC-approved items in a buggy. I'm getting annoyed with seeing them everywhere in the store. Larry is really clueless, and keeps standing between me and whatever I need to grab, endlessly explaining some random story on the phone.
Then it happens, the magic. I'm leaning around the dude (again) to get the milk, when he says (clear as day), "Well, I don't know, Mama. I guess they thought I was all cuffed up and couldn't reach it."
God Bless America, people. Fuck you if you don't like cell phones. When I ran into him again in the meat market, he was saying, "Well, hell, I used it to beat the shit out of the back of his car, whadda you think I did?!"