I just walked out of the office to discover a large, ornate glass growler sitting on a table in the theatre's lobby. It was not there last time I walked through the lobby. Then a homeless looking dude just ambles in like he owns the place.
I ask if I can help him. He says "Yes! I need my bottle!" He walks right past the bag of Taco Bell waiting for a student to pick up at lunch break, grabs the bottle and walks back to his tiny little bike leaned up against the front window.
Then he comes back in carrying a huge dictionary. I cannot figure out how he was even carrying it on that bike. He puts the dictionary down on the bench near the door, says "There's your book!" and rides off.