The other day in the thrift shop, I was getting annoyed at the weird, old guy that was rifling through the used cd shelves, blocking me out.
When he finally finished up, I made my way over and started going through the cd shelves, at which point I realized that I was someone's weird, old guy rifling through the cd shelves.
*sigh*
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I used to be with it, but then they changed what "it" was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems weird and scary to me, and it'll happen to you, too.