People are strange, and extreme couponers are more strange. Throw a middle-aged Indian man, purchasing 40 boxes of women’s chestnut brown hair-dye (with coupons) in to the mix, and you’ll have yourself a “people are fucking weirdos” mind blowing moment. This scene is a head-scratcher, and it’s not just because of the dye.
This weirdo entered my life a few months ago, at a local drugstore that we both, apparently frequent. I had the misfortune of not beating him to the register with my one item (lip balm). As I stood there, shifting my weight from foot-to-foot, chaos ensued. The clerk didn’t know how to apply the multitude of paper-wad manufacturer coupons he’d shoved across her counter, so there were many rings and voids. The dye-man was irate, and my lips were parched.One item, people! I just wanted to pay for my one item.
20 minutes or a thousand years passed, and I was able to purchase my lip balm. By then my brain had formed a lingering question. Why is this Indian man purchasing so much women’s Chestnut brown hair-dye?
I chalked it up to eBay. I sell on eBay, so I get the premise of “buying low” and “selling high”. That must be it.
Same scenario/different day:
The hair-dye bandit was back in action, but this time, I beat him to the register. I spotted him, and full-on sprinted to the register. Between winded breaths, I explained to the clerk that I’d been behind that guy in line before. The clerk replied with a knowing glance that seemed to contain all of the “Tell me about it” moments in the world.
I paid for my solo item and then I wondered: What is this guy up to?