So today, I was super stoked to see him, guarding the exit doors, highlighter locked and loaded, eyeballing my produce. Just as he was about to take the receipt from Owen, Tristan walks right on up to him, waves his hand in front of him and says, "These are not the droids you are looking for."
Chester gave him a high five. And I almost died. Laughing.
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