I had a gentleman visit my battery store today. Well not my personal battery store, but the one I work at anyways. He opened the door and looked like he stepped out of a picture from the seventies. His long blonde hair spilled out from behind his baby blue bandana and his worn out black tshirt had tears and rips in it and looked like it hadnt been washed in weeks. This guy had to be about 6'7" as he towered above any other customers. He stared at me blankly when he walked in, and dissappeared behind a battery rack. He browsed for a couple of minutes before sliding out the front door again. I disregarded this because I hadn't thought there was anything unusual about it.