This woman came around with a soccer team's worth of special olympiads, looking for help with a Product Basket for the olympic's auctions. The store front was FULL of god's little mulligans running around freaking OUT about the Imac, the chairs, the yellow colors, and two of them were going ON AND ON about "IT SMELLS GOOOOT". The sign is down in the front window, the mac almost got knocked off the table and my glass tables are smudged like a petri dish given a late-night lapdance from a puerto rican stripper working a double. Man, what the fuck. And this woman just calmly talked to me while they were shortcircuiting about the place, hooting and hollering about how much they love the color yellow.