How do you do I...see you've met my...faithful handyman...

Apparently Saturday nights are when the weird folks come out. Two odd ducks from tonight. Things at the Bath Shop are always interesting.

First, was the Guy that Carries Stuff.

He came in, minding his own business, with a purse slung over his shoulder. Not a man bag. A purse.

Okay fine, carrying it for the girlfriend, whatever. Except there was no girlfriend in tow. Weird, but we let it go.

He leaves, and we see him walk by the front door a few minutes later. Instead of carrying his purse, he was trailed by a full bouquet of balloons.

Rae and I were highly disappointed that he didn't do another lap with a chicken or something under his arm.

Hush. We thought it was funny.

Then, there was the Kid.

A pack of teenagers came in, like they do, and partook of our free services, like they do. They sat down and hung out a while, wasting our time, like they do.

Don't get me wrong. Some of the kids that were in this pack are regulars. They're respectful and sweet, and we don't mind them in the slightest.

But this Kid...

He was sitting on a stool in the store, and looks at me.

Kid: "Guess what I bought today?"

Me: "What?"

He reaches into his pants. I spin in the opposite direction. Really dude, I wasn't that curious.

He laughs, and I hear a bag rustling, so I figure it's safe and turn around.

To see this fifteen year old munchkin holding a box of Trojans.

Me: "Well, that's one place to keep them..."

I mean really, what do you say to that? A kid's packing rubbers in his pants. There's no other response.

Rae: "At least they're practicing safe sex."

In other news, Rae and I got some highly weird looks through the windows when, due to boredom and too much caffeine, we decided to do the Time Warp.

Apparently the crazies aren't just the customers.