One day working at my computer store this guy who could have passed for Momar Gahdafi (might have spelled it wrong - Libyan leader) wanders in with State Patrol Glasses on. Whips them off, and starts demanding some of our account information on someone else, asking how much they have spent, and when. I said I couldn't do it without that person there, and he waves someone else in. Two thugs come in, 6'4" at least, and topping 280. One of them is talked to in a language I didn't understand, and then he says he is the person in question. I ask for ID, knowing full well this wasn't going to be him. Comic interlude of him patting himself down looking for a wallet that doesn't exist, before pleading with me. No can do. Then they tried to threaten me by crowding all in over the counter. I casually, and calmly reached for the phone, when they decided to give up. Momar whips out the biggest roll of bills I've ever seen, and whips off a $100. Asks me again. I say I'm sorry but I can't. Throws the $100 in my face and stomps out of the store with his heavies. Never saw any of them again, but after consulting the police, spent the $100 on new speakers for myself!