Mike Myers? Unique characters. I worked in a retail sporting goods warehouse for a few months after university and ran a shop in a rural flea market on the weekends. There was a guy name Steve that I was warned about before I started at the store. He apparently lived in a garden shed and collected road kill. He would come into the shop and try clothes on if you didn't catch him first. He wasn't even nice about it. The first time I met him I had my back to the door talking with a customer and all of a sudden an unbelievable stench filled my nose. For some reason I immediately knew it was Steve. I didn't even know what he looked like but I excused myself, turned around, one of the employees said "Steve is here", followed the stench and there he was trying on socks. Fucking Steve.