...out of "convenience store" quite like the guy in front of you buying fifteen lottery tickets and five money orders. Not only does this nimrod buy fifteen scratch-offs - which he painstakingly selects one by one - but he starts scratching them off right there, without moving, oblivious to the five people behind him in line. And no help from the cashier; *I* had to say "Excuse me, please" in order to get him to grunt and move five feet down the counter.
Also, who the hell eats chicken wings at 7:30 in the morning?
Lame rant, I know. And really, it happened yesterday. But still.