An old 60's van went up in a fireball in the parking lot. We all just looked at the front side of the store (mostly a window), and saw a huge smoke cloud rushing at the store. Another time two very large gentlemen of the African persuasion came in, walked over to the camera display, whipped out bowie knives, cut the security restraints off some DSLRs and walked out with them. They crashed in a ditch a few blocks away and were quickly caught. The day a coworker died, bitchy old housewives yelled at some of my other coworkers for crying. There were also more that tried to lodge formal complaints against the store when we closed his department down for an hour while we all went to his funeral. A family of Le American Bears came in, and they smelled so bad that I went straight to the bathroom and vomited after being within 10 feet of them for five minutes. There are some other highlights, but you'll have to get me drunk first.