There have been not one, but two morbidly obese nerds in kilts.
Not even together, they appeared hours apart.
And one of them was with a girl!
A scrawny guy in a tank top with a longbox of CDs and several patches of gauze affixed to his chin with surgical tape wandered around in a daze for ten minutes before realizing he wasn't in the record store.
An emaciated woman with frosted blond hair in a floor length fur coat and wedding ring with more carats than Farmer Brown's vegetable garden complained about the price of our $5.95 calendars.
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one of the last customers of the day was a largish nerd fellow who, while digging through the pockets of his trenchcoat for change, spilled a 20 sided die onto the counter.
In the spirit Stephen Crane, I nearly cried out "COMRADE! BROTHER!"
That's totally OG - all the kids today use computer randomizers.
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