The People of Aldi

I just witnessed a man try to short-change a cashier, then ask her out on a date, get rejected, and then apply for a job on the way out. It was a bold series of events. I tried to catch up to him (after I had paid the full amount for my groceries) to ask how he had achieved such extreme levels of confident idiocy, but he, his moustache, and his mullet had already departed, probably to check out the swingin’ singles scene at the Super America up the road.