I work in a Tattslotto and tobacconist in Clifton Hill and I get some really… interesting regular customers.
Terry, a man who constantly tries to convince me to give him single cigarettes for free, is one of those customers. He orders raw onion in his coffee. He once stared into my eyes for 40 seconds in silence and then told me I had the devil inside me (there is more to that story). He burps a lot.

Anyway, a girl I work with told me this story about Terry which pretty much sums up his character.

The girl I work with was sitting at a near by cafe, having breakfast with a friend of hers, when she decided to tear a little piece of toast off for a pigeon. Terry saw. He screamed at her and told her not to waste food and accused her of not appreciating what she has, yelling “WHAT’S FOOD TO YOU?”. He then caught the pigeon, tackling it down and wrestling the piece of bread from its beak, probably already half-swallowed. Terry then ate the piece of toast.

The end.