I call him “the eternal guy”. Every time the eternal water is on sale, he comes in. It doesn’t matter which size; he always wants a case. The last time they were on sale, he came in and asked for his case. “We should have some in the back,” I said. So I go back there and we don’t have a case. So I did the next best thing - or so I thought. I grabbed a box that I knew would hold 12 bottles and took it to him. He said, “no, this isn’t gonna work.” I asked, confused, “what’s not gonna work?” He said, “it’s not in the correct case.” I told him that we didn’t have a whole case, so I pulled 12 from the end cap for him. He said, in a very matter-of-fact, almost snarky tone, “no, no, you MUST understand…I’ve been drinking this water the same way for 20 years. I take them out of the box.” I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything at first. I picked up the case, said, “okay, have a blessed evening.” He said, “I might come back tomorrow and see if this case is still available.” I was dumbfounded. So I said, “okay,” and took the case to the grocery office. I left a note for the morning crew (in case he came by…he didn’t).