I worked at a small grocery store for the last year and a half or so of high school. Every once in awhile a man would come in and buy about a dozen of those econo sized cans of beans... you know, the 5 gallon drums of pintos? He would always complain that we never had enough, though he wouldn't call ahead or tell us when he would be coming in next.

Like we were supposed to carry MASSIVE amounts of beans when he was the only one who bought them, at random, from this Mom and Pop store on the corner. Yeah right.

-J.