Apparently, ones of much randomness. According to one woman, everything reminded her of her grandfather. (And no, I honestly have no idea why she said that.)
Murphy, the crazy cash register, is still at work. Mostly for evil, but sometimes good, and sometimes good and evil at the same time. Like yesterday, when a random bucket was on the counter. No one knows where the bucket came from and who it belonged to, but I accidentally sold it to a couple who also wanted giftcards. They took it home, but wow. How did that work?
