Only in Chandler

I would just like to say this is the very Fry's I grocery shopped at weekly for the eight years I lived in Chandler. It is literally around the corner from my old house.

Jaimi and I affectionately referred to it as "Crazy Fry's" because there was no shortage of crazy to be found there. For instance, a very sweet young man who happened to be mentally handicapped insisted I was his girlfriend for almost a year and would truly sexy hug me from behind every time he saw me in the store. FROM BEHIND. No lie. And then there was crazy cart boy who later transferred to the Walmart down the street where he continued his legacy as the nazi of grocery carts.

So long story short, it was no surprise when my dad emailed this video to me. Of course a guy with a pink pistol shot himself in the hoo-hoo in the Crazy Fry's parking lot.