I stepped outside, told myself I’d handle it. “Hey, man, you can’t be here like that.” He stopped, looked right through me, and said, “I’m walking to the sun, friend.” Then he kept moving, like I didn’t exist.

Called security, but by the time they showed up, he was gone. Just the cart left behind, rattling in the wind.

Went back inside, leaned on the counter, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630779&forum_id=2Elisa#48314477)