So....
we were inside the Rite Aid in Palm Springs because Chris wanted to buy some allergy medicine. Brent and I proceeded to look around the store. We walked over to the magazine section which was located right next to the paperbacks section which was being occupied by a scraggly old guy wearing a yellow jacket. Brent saw a rack of calendars that included one of butterflies (which he loves) and he commented in a very normal volume, "Oh wow, a butterfly calendar." At the same time, yellow-jacket-guy looked up from the paperback he was reading, gave Brent a relatively ugly look (that Brent didn't see) and walked away from us. Apparently, we were breaking his concentration from the book that he was soiling with his grubby hands that he was too cheap to buy and read at home so he took it upon himself to turn Rite Aid into a public library.
So then we moved to the magazine section, where said yellow-jacket-guy was now standing. And when Brent and I talked about what magazines they had, the guy moved away again. At this point, I knew I wanted to fuck with this moron. Why? Why the fuck not? He had moved over next to two revolving displays of sunglasses. I then said to Brent, "Hey check out these sunglasses!" Brent played along and said, "Are they those polarized sunglasses?" Once again, the guy walked away and went to the next aisle.
Brent said, "Let's follow him." And, really, I wasn't going to argue with that. So we walked into the aisle where he was standing and Brent said, "Wow, I didn't know they sold rice cookers here!" I then heard the guy (without actually looking at him) say, "Are you following me? Why are you following me?" We ignored him and went about our business. Chris eventually got his meds and we left.
Look gramps, sorry if we broke your concentration from whatever-the-fuck John Grisham suspense crime thriller you were creaming your pants over but this ain't a library, alright? We allowed to talk if we want to, okay? And don't be giving me and my boyfriend queen bitch looks because we walked within 5 feet of you.
So then we moved to the magazine section, where said yellow-jacket-guy was now standing. And when Brent and I talked about what magazines they had, the guy moved away again. At this point, I knew I wanted to fuck with this moron. Why? Why the fuck not? He had moved over next to two revolving displays of sunglasses. I then said to Brent, "Hey check out these sunglasses!" Brent played along and said, "Are they those polarized sunglasses?" Once again, the guy walked away and went to the next aisle.
Brent said, "Let's follow him." And, really, I wasn't going to argue with that. So we walked into the aisle where he was standing and Brent said, "Wow, I didn't know they sold rice cookers here!" I then heard the guy (without actually looking at him) say, "Are you following me? Why are you following me?" We ignored him and went about our business. Chris eventually got his meds and we left.
Look gramps, sorry if we broke your concentration from whatever-the-fuck John Grisham suspense crime thriller you were creaming your pants over but this ain't a library, alright? We allowed to talk if we want to, okay? And don't be giving me and my boyfriend queen bitch looks because we walked within 5 feet of you.