>>12059506I saw a garloid at the grocery store yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He grunted angrily and spit milk at me. I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept on bumping my leg and spraying milk at me. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him do the garloid chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to scoot out the doors with like fifteen distilled water bottles without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Mr. Garloid, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bottles and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and held up a sign his owner had printed that said to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bottle and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
