Frightingly Enough...
During the same trip to Walmart today I stopped to get a spare key made. While standing there this kid, who looks no more then 12 tops, asks the guy behind the counter if he has any .22 caliber bullets. The guy answers yes and the kid asks where? He answers behind the counter. The kid asks to see some, counter guy asks what size and how many, kid asks for the largest box, which holds apparently 500 bullets. Counter guy finally says that he's sorry to the kid but he's not 18 so he can't give them to him.
After telling this to the kid the kid looks at me and then back to the counter guy and says that he'll go get his mom and like that he vanishes. I say to the counter guy, "man that was a little scary." He unexpectedly responds, "it happens all the time." I never did see the kid in the store anywhere after I left the counter.
After telling this to the kid the kid looks at me and then back to the counter guy and says that he'll go get his mom and like that he vanishes. I say to the counter guy, "man that was a little scary." He unexpectedly responds, "it happens all the time." I never did see the kid in the store anywhere after I left the counter.