This lady came in in what I believe was supposed to be a cover-up. Like, the kind you wear over a bathing suit while you run into the gas station for a pack of Pall Malls. Only it wasn't a gas station, it was the Local Grocery, and she wasn't buying smokes, she was buying deli meat and sopressata, and, most importantly, she was not wearing a bathing suit. Instead, this woman, who was probably forty-five or so and not what one might describe as fit, was spilling out of the very short clothing item in question in every imaginable direction (as well as some unimaginable ones). After instinctively running in the back and hoping she would go away, I then tried to make eye contact with her, out of sheer curiosity- was she actually crazy, or just Montpeculiar crazy? The jury's still out, and I doubt very seriously that they're coming back.