unibomber pt 1
I made the hideous mistake of going to Target on a Saturday night. I parked on the passenger side of a car that had also just pulled into the lot, and glanced over to the driver. He was cutting his own hair with a giant pair of shears and gave me an angry 'I dare you to judge me' look. I quickly took my cue and went into the store. Freshly shorn, the man was about 10 paces behind me, and would occasionally stop and pick up a pair of socks, or a shirt hanging on a rack, to wipe sweat off of his neck and face.
He meandered behind me until I was at the back of the store, where I found a haven looking at violent-enough-looking metal rakes. When I rounded a corner, I was hit by a cart pushed by a woman wearing a police officer uniform proudly stating she was from Traffic Control. Once the sweaty man left, and I recovered from my collision, I went back to the card section and stood next to an old asian woman repeatedly opening and closing the same musical greeting card that told us to CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES.