I thought you were DBZ when I was reading that post which left me utterly confused. But now it makes sense. Good going.
Yesstday, I had a guy come in, and I asked "Hey, how are you going?" He ends up telling me that he's got cancer in his left lung, how his dad was a 5th Dan blackbelt, how he smashed morphine bottles in front of the nurses and asked if I wanted to go to this church down the road.
Today he came in and was 25 cents short of buying what he wanted. I chipped in 25c for him. He told me I was a nice guy, that he had cancer and was afraid of nothing, he'd kick down the doors of whoever was troubling me, and asked me to go to church. We shook hands, shook hands again, then bro-shook hands.
I'm smiling in confusion, and what I bought that day for 25c.