Today, I was shelving DVDs when I heard a lone man whispering under his breath nearby. Apparently, he was a bit mentally distracted and consumed by my presence:

“She’s there, she’s right there. She’s not too close, don’t freak out, don’t freak out. She’s not even looking at you. Don’t worry, don’t worry. Just pick a movie and be done with it. Don’t. Freak. Out. She doesn’t even know you exist.”