A man came into my store today dressed as a woman: high heels and all. A skirt. Some sort of wrap around his head. But no vocal affectation of being a woman. Didn’t try to make the timbre of his voice higher, nothing. Completely sounded as a man.

Anyway, I overheard him telling one of my colleagues, “And I poke holes in them and use them to put my snakes in.”

As I was relaying this story in the break room. Someone else said that he’d come in in the past and says he has over one hundred snakes. And he was wearing a girl scout uniform.

Wow. Not my usual customer.