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Saturday of the Samurai

I need to catch up on a few stories. Last Saturday I was woken up with a frantic phone call from Sammy. He wanted to know where I was. Since it was 8:30 on a Saturday, I was in bed. He then informed me that a man with a sword had been running around campus, attacked a police officer, and the officer had shot him. The man died.

Well, I had work that morning, so with this news, I hurriedly got ready. As I walked to work, I saw flashing lights everywhere. Turns out, the attack had happened a few feet away from the Tivoli (the building I work in.) There were policemen everywhere, crime scene tape up, and photographs being taken of every angle. I stood on my tippy toes, hoping to see anything, but I didn't.

Our loss prevention department works very closely with the police department. So, the girl on duty that day filled us in on the rest of the details. The man was homeless, and it had been a samurai sword. He had died here, and the cop had almost lost a finger. I'm very curious as to how that homeless man got a samurai sword, and what he was doing running around with it at 6 in the morning. I'm very thankful for our police department. They're very quick to respond.

Also that day, while I was ringing a customer up, the other cashiers were discussing how they hate being called the wrong name. My customer decided to join in on the conversation.

"Do you know my name?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well that's sad because I just spent $2 million so you would know my name. You sure you don't know it."
"Nope." He then asked the other cashiers if they knew his name. They didn't either.
"I'll give you a hint. It has to do with politics. Do you know my name now?"
"No, sorry. Don't own a tv. College student."
"Well it looks like my $2 million was a waste then." He told us that he had run against Joe Coors, and had won so that was all that mattered. Then he left. It was quite odd.

So I told Sammy this story, and he was instantly able to come up with the guys name. Silly politics.

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