I ran into an old "friend" at Target the other day when I was looking for Topps' Olympic blasters.
I apologize for the poor quality of the photo, but I didn't want him to see me taking a pic. Last time he got irate when I tried it. Anyway, when I walked behind him, I said, "Up to your old tricks again, huh?" He looked at me and said, "Not you again."
I laughed and started looking for the Olympic cards. I spotted the only three blasters and picked them up. As I inspected the blasters, I asked if he'd damaged these like the Bowman loose packs he had been running his fingernail down when I walked up. The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Him: "I don't damage the cards."
Me: "Sure, that's what you said last time."
Him: "Can you stop hasslin' me?"
Me: "I'm not hasslin' you. I'm shopping. Sounds like someone's got a guilty conscience."
Him: Dead silence.
I walked away with the blasters I'd picked up and when I looked back, he was opening little boxes of Avengers figures.
What a douche.