i will describe him for you:
short, bushy white hair, early 60's, bushiest, BUSHIEST white mustache you've ever seen, gelled on the ends so they stick out from his face in little points, big black horn-rimmed glasses, suspenders, AND a nice red bow-tie.
and he wasn't joking.
he was standing in front of the frozen foods freezer, mopping up some water that had collected there, and i stepped behind him to grab my frozen raspberries.
because the fact is, i can't eat cereal without them.
he looked up and gave me a very nice grin. "heyyyyy leetle girl!"
i smiled at him. he was so creepy, in this really endearing way. i never thought that was possible until today.
i started rifling through the frozen raspberries, comparing prices and brands,
because the fact is, i don't like to pay too much for anything (i bought a really cute pair of brand new sandals today on sale for $1.10).
anyways, i was in the raspberries when i heard the noise.
was that...a chicken?
it was him, standing directly behind me, happily "BAWK"ing at the top of his lungs.
not to anyone, or at anyone, or for any apparent reason at all.
i appreciated that.
but moved on quite quickly.