Me: *staring vacantly into space*
Old Guy: *out of nowhere* Peepees!
Old Guy: PEEPEES!
Me: I'm sorry?
Old Guy: Yellow Peepees?
Me: *is reaching for phone to call my manager, and then I realize what's going on* You mean PEEPS? Marshmallow Peeps?
Old Guy: Yes! Yellow Peepees! I only see pink peepees.
Me: *points to what is left of easter candy* That's all we have left, sir.
Old Guy: Oh well. I don't eat 'em fresh anyway. I let them sit out a while until they get hard.
Me: *don't say "hard peepees," omg don't say it* I hear that a lot of people do that, sir.
Old Guy: *pays and leaves*
That's the whole post, QWP.