Not like
(e:Paul)'s entry, but the other night, the two guys on the closing shift were going about their business, and some guy who was "just looking" darted behind the counter, grabbed the most expensive
lens he could reach , and strolled all casual-like out of the store.
What frosts my buttons, besides the fact that the dude just straight-up stole from us, is that the TWO customers who WITNESSED this happening SAID NOTHING. Both of them took their prints they'd been waiting for, walked out to their cars, drove home, and THEN AND ONLY THEN did they call the store to say "Hey that guy took something." When it was WAY too late to do ANYTHING about it.
Williamsvillites. Wouldn't it have been more useful to tap the shoulder of the clerk who was at the photo kiosk working on something (and thus not watching) and whisper discreetly to him, if you are so averse to confrontation?
Oy. I love the suburbs.
Ooh good one!
But no. The Holy Hand Grenade basically looks like a bottle of Chambord. I should try to get a clearer shot of this one, though-- this isn't showing the shape all that well.
He is a monty-python knight, and that is the holy hand grenade?