I think one of our regulars is trying to move in.
That would be odd in any place of business, obviously, but I think it hits a whole new level of weirdness when he's trying to bed down in the therianthrope pseudo-bestiality aisle. He brought a blanket in yesterday, folded up and stowed away under his coat. He even tried to hide a toothbrush and toothpaste behind a copy of Animal Magnetizm*, which is one of our less popular rentals, and I get the feeling he really did put thought into which box was the least likely to get taken out while he was away. Seriously, he must have been planning this for a while now. I don't know whether to admire his ability to plan ahead (which, let's face it, a lot of our customers don't have) or pity the fact that apparently he never feels more at home than he does when he's flipping through stacks of werewolf porn.
When I started typing this I was thinking of trying to tie it in to the upswing in business we had after the bombings, the way for some of our customers their daily porn rental is this kind of comforting constant that they need more of when the rest of the world is freaking them out, but now I don't even know. I honestly can't get my head around it.
*Yes, with a z. Animal Magnetism is in the straight bondage section.