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Another one: When I was a teenager I knew a guy who ran a comics and collectibles store, just him by himself. It was always a bunch of junky, upcycled shelves he got from some defunct book store or another, haphazardly placed in whatever back-alley hole he could rent for a while. Never any work done at all to the place, barely even lit.
Place was always filled with random dusty, yellowed old flea market "collectibles," longboxes of comics, TPBs, boxes of old loose action figures and such. He kept dice and cards by the register, but everything else was scattered wherever he could find room for it. Never put a price tag on anything.
Dude was SUPER FAT, like, My-800-LB-Life fat. I once saw him fold up and eat two large pizzas like they were calzones, no joke. He would eat blocks of cheese like they were candy bars. He had a loveseat opposite the counter, and he sat on it like it was a la-z-boy, one buttcheek on each cushion.
Point is, he didn't move much.
He could stand up with some effort, but was in a power chair most of the time, and frankly I don't even know how it survived. He just sat in front of his computer all day, and if you wanted to buy something, he'd look at it, grunt, and offer up what he thought was a reasonable price for it.
I don't know how he stayed in business, because people shoplifted from him CONSTANTLY. He routinely couldn't see half the shop, and didn't bother with cameras or anything, so people would just stuff things under their shirt and walk out, or even grab cards from the counter when hi sback was turned.
Personally, I never stole from him because I was always fixing his computer, and he'd pay me in comics, but I knew people who just robbed that fat man blind.
