Unfiltered Story #219135

(Just another day at a register when one of the local bums comes through my line with a bunch of snacks and stuff. He’s mumbling shit to himself as I turn on a flasher to clue in security about this guy, and check him through like normal.)

Me: Hey! How are you

Customer: *Kinda twitchy like* Oh I’m good I’m good.

Me: Awesome…

(Shortly there after there’s a two second long awkward silence before he punches some code into my card reader, walks away to the ATM, punches in what I can only assume was the same code, then walk out the door like norhing happened. To this day I’m still unsure what he was trying to do.)