I sometimes have to do the night-shift at the 24/7 shop I work at. Which is fine. Unless it's the weekend. The shop is, unfortunately, surrounded by pubs and nightclubs and I've dealt with all sorts of creeps and weirdos. Once a weird, old homeless guy bought in some pigeon he caught and let it loose in the store. Then last night some pervy fucker came just to grope the female staff. Big Sam (the intimidating, but lovely security guard), caught him and he was arrested a while later.