At Least He Knows Where He's NOT Supposed To Be

Today, a gentleman walked in, looking around at all of our merchandise. As he approached the front counter, I said "Good afternoon, can we help you with anything?" He looked at me as if he'd just woken up, replied "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE I'M AT! I GOTTA GO!!!" and sprinted out the door.

Did I mention he had a thick southern accent?