Kroger on Glendale, yesterday around lunchtime.
I was walking into the vestibule area and I notice a guy probably in his 20s riding a bicycle out of the store. I notice a few things about this gentleman:
1) He was riding a bicycle in Kroger.
2) He had on a man-satchel that looked liked the Vera Bradley my future MIL wears. It's purple.
3) He had an enormous gash on his forehead that was bleeding down his forehead.
I probably stopped and stared. I sometimes can't think that hard while walking. It's like being in a total daydream thinking about what actually happened when that call came over the PA in the store: "Clean up in aisle 5, bring a mop and bucket!"