It was a cold night, sometime over winter break of my freshman year, I believe. Hunter, Jun Boy, and I were over at Terry's house. To relieve our boredom, we went down to Giant (as seems to be what all freshmen do) around 11. Being the rebellious freshmen that we were, we decided to have Hunter get into one of the Little Tykes attachments on the end of a shopping cart.
I was steering; it wasn't easy. Hunter was leaning one way or the other in an unpredictable pattern, which sent us into things more often than we expected. We managed to only knock over a display of pasta and some random boxes. Terry and Jun were trailing behind, doing whatever it was...I was focused on steering. We turned up a random aisle and saw a Giant employee, though there was nothing giant about him.
He scurried up to us and asked, "Are you with your parents?" It was an odd question, so we responded, "No," because we weren't. At that point the midget, who had some pretty badass tattoos, promptly kicked us out. And so you all, especially you Giant-wandering freshmen, must remember to avoid all midgets at Giant. They are lethal. Instead, we walked past Hong Kong, where the waitresses waved at me and tried to get me to come waste more money there. Maybe they're just as bad as the midgets...