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I hate those days where some whack-job wanders in and I have to cudgel my memory to decide if they've caused me issues before. There's a strong reason why I am a staunch proponent of snapping pictures of the real bad apples; makes identification just that little bit easier.

So I had a glib little goblin enjoying a preview this morning. All the while, I am attempting to discern whether he just bears an unfortunate resemblance to a guy who I caught cooking up some black-tar heroin in an arcade booth under cover of taking in a preview or if it actually is that bloody bastard.

I hate to say it, but they all look alike. It's like there is some immense family out there who do nothing but birth morons for the sole purpose of tempting adult store clerks to extreme violence. I could provide a rough physical description of such a critter, for example; "white male, light build, approximately six feet tall, one hundred fifty to one sixty pounds, grey eyes, straight dark hair worn in pony-tail to waist, leather bomber-style jacket, backpack," and if they're a problem-on-the-hoof there will be at least one other cut from the same stamp who is just as big a pain in the ass.

Additionally, just to make it more interesting, if they happen to be junkies, even if we've posted their picture on our wall, it can be difficult to match the meat-sack sauntering through the door with the image. They get gruesome real damned fast. There's enough about them to tickle the brain with recognition, but one generally wants a positive ID before smiting the unholy from this Parthenon of pocket-pussies. Deja-vu is an oft encountered sensation.

All of which makes encounters like this perpetually aggravating. There's no way we're going to be able to keep the vermin from slipping in with the good customers, but letting known such individuals into the building makes for a huge liability. Doubly so in this litigious age.

Besides, it's exceedingly annoying.