Entry #9724 in Paul's Encounters with Oddballs and or the Strange:
I'm in the new dvd's nook of the K-Mart I hate for its weird un-time quality and rubbery, too cold, recycled for 20 years air. My back is to the service counter, to the main throughway. I'm checking out the new restored and remastered extended cut of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. In other words, pretty much the best movie ever.
Someone behind me speaks. He has a severe speech impediment, due to mental disability or brain injury, though I'm sure it was the former. Excuse me, sir, he says.
I assume he's talking to an employee. I keep looking at the dvd.
Excuse me, sir, he says again, more intently, a little annoyed. He can't be talking to me, I think. Why would anyone think I was an employee?
Then he whistles. Loud. Like he's calling a dog. I jerk back, looking at him.
Pardon me, sir, he says. Do you sell harmonicas?