skinny, nervous guy in leather jacket at least two sizes too big almost runs up to the counter and stares at me, twitching.
Guy (growl/whispering, like Dirty Harry quizzing a hooligan): "Kinkos. Where IS it."
Me: *gives directions*
Guy, triumphantly: AHA. So......they MOVED.
Me: "Uh, yeah.....like five years ago."
Guy, desperately: IS THERE ANYWHERE CLOSER I CAN SEND A FAX FROM?
Me: Not that I know of, sorry.
Guy: Well...THANKS for the DIRECTIONS.
Me: Good luck out there!
I half expected him to bust out I'M BATMAN as his exit line.
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