I walked into a store Saturday for record store day. I'm on my bike, so I have a back pack on and I usually don't think about. After being in the store for a minute one of the cashiers asks if she can take it to the front. I say sure, put my helmet in it, and ask her where's the RSD stuff. Just one crate, small, but I found the KMD black bastards in there.

So I'm walking around with it in my hand and I go to look at DVDS, mind you there's like 30-40 other people and multiple employees in this big ass store. She comes back over to me and asks if she can hold that while I look around. I already had picked up a used dvd so I handed her both, but she just said she needed that KMD, so I handed that to her. Stood for about a minute then dipped out.

At the time I didn't care too much, I wasn't gonna make a scene over someone acting funky. And I got money, so I wasn't feeling too pressed on anyone's opinion over me. But the second act felt very unnecessary considering I handed them my back pack which alone costed more than anything I had in my hand, but also contained my camera, iPad, helmet, a book, and second phone.

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“There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus