There is a normal-looking white guy that comes in and buys a whole bunch of newspapers. A while ago I asked him why he needed so many papers, and he replied,
"Well, they aren't all for me."
That's it. I didn't question further even though I wanted to. He came in again today, and bought a bunch of papers. Then I overheard him asking my co-worker if we had any glitter, and possibly glitter paint.
We closed with the new manager tonight. He's ok. He came from our competition, but he was a manager there, so perhaps he knows what he's doing.
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