This guy, would spend hours leaning on the model train case about 10 feet from the door, and dispensing his knowledge about Pennsylvania Railroad steam locomotives...whether the recipient of said knowledge wanted it or not. While the owner was a train buff, he really didn't have the time to shoot the breeze. No, he was more interested helping paying customers than dealing with someone who, to my knowledge, never bought a damn thing.
Then there was the smell. Either John constantly shit his pants, or hadn't taken a shower since 1982. Whatever it was, seemed to stink up the entire building when he was around. Trust me, it was nasty enough, that you'd smell it about 20 minutes before he arrived
If the smell wasn't enough, he'd sometimes be seen wearing the same shirt he did the week before, complete with food stains. Again, barf!The last time I had to deal with him, was right before the store moved a few blocks away. Even though it was only a few blocks, since John lacked a car...he no longer stunk up the place.

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