While working at a thrift store, we would have all kinds of customers, from the usual normal plain John/Jane to the truly bizarre. This is one of the latter.
I was on registers and the day was about as usual when, all of a sudden, the flow of customers completely stopped like someone had turned off the faucet. Normally, I have enough awareness to see the next customer’s cart to determine if another register would need to be opened, but one of my faster coworkers was already open, so I was hyper-focused on the items themselves. Once the customer was finished, I saw the next customer.
This customer was about six feet tall (maybe taller) so they had a fairly intimidating presence, they were wearing a sundress, and

behind their hair, which was covering their face, they were wearing what I could best describe as a mask that was a combination of Mankind and Kane (wrestlers). Every movement was like Jason/Michael Myers in that it was slow, yet methodical.
I let out a small “Oh” and got ready. I asked how they were doing and got no response. Okay, so the silent customer. I sped through the purchase and announced the total. Still without a word, the customer slowly paid for their purchase, slowly grabbed their bags, and slowly left.
Customers started to fill my line after the customer left, and they were all talking about the customer like it was a horror movie.
My only thought was, “Another wonderful day at the Store.”