In line at the 99c Store with the most obviously munchies-driven and ridiculous basket of goods ever. All I remember is waking up with a little bespectacled hispanic lady saying "Sir, you must pay for these" with my shit at the checkout. I don't remember even getting up to go to he damn store. And I mean I have like 4 of those candy bars that have that shit in them that feels like fireworks when you're high, fizzy laces or some shit, Teddy Grahams (honey ones), Flamin' Hot Cheetos, a 2 litre bottle of Cherry Coke, tea bags, jar of peanut butter, 2 bottles of water, a bag of sugar and a single fresh tomato. Explaining it the next day, as I use this store a lot being a student, to the clerks that know me was awkward at best.