Quickie
oday I watched a customer at The Restaurant Where I Work™ very carefully save his pocket lint from the handful of change he was counting out to me. Granted, this guy is a known crazy — I’ve been waiting on him in various restaurants around town for ten years now, but damn. Who saves pocket lint?
He had gotten a pop, which comes to a $1.90, so he gave me the dollar, and pulled out a handful of change. The change was liberally mixed with pocket lint. I watched him very carefully pick out the lint, first, and stick it in a different pocket. Then he counted out the ninety cents and gave it to me.
I get all the weirdos, I swear. 
(Photo credit: Unknown. Been on the hard drive for awhile.)
