I took a break from working a few minutes ago (reading the newspaper online can get very stressful) to grab a snack at 7-Eleven. After buying my M&Ms and soda, I started briskly out the door and nearly collided with a tall, shirtless man carrying a single pumpkin and wearing a floppy hat. The look on my face felt like one of mere surprise, but it must have come across as MOVE, ASSWIPE! because he immediately stammered an apology while his eyes darted around wildly.
It was very strange, but I thought little of the encounter as I headed down the street to stop in the nearby ranger surplus store. I browsed through the store briefly and was paying little attention to the other customers, until I heard a man come in and loudly start a conversation with the elderly sales clerk. Upon looking over, I realized that it was none other than the shirtless man with his pumpkin. We made eye contact for a split second before he returned to examining the merchandise. “I need a knife,” he barked at the salesman, pointing to several in the display case. “It needs to be big. Big enough to kill a cat.”
That was enough for me to make a hasty exit. As I was retreating, I saw the salesman pick up an enormous, glistening knife and heard Shirtless Terror ask, “How much for that one?” I didn’t stick around to find out.