Of Motorcycles and Men

       The Home Depot employee stood minding his own business when suddenly, without warning, he was given an enormous hug from a random person.
    “Hey! What gives!” Exclaimed the employee.
    “I love you!” Said the man, ending the hug. He wore a leather jacket and a pair of ridiculous, exaggerated sunglasses.
    “Why do you love me, exactly?” The worker was very uncomfortable.
    “Because you are going to sell me my motorcycle.”
    “But,” Began the employee. “We don’t even sell motorcycles.”
    “What difference does that make? Today is the day I’m going to buy my motorcycle. And you are going to sell it to me.”
    “How am I supposed to sell it to you if we do not even carry it?”
    “I’ve got plenty of money! Don’t worry about that!” Scoffed the man.
    “Its not a question of money.” Responded the employee. “Why don’t you go to a motorcycle shop or something?”
    “Because this is where I am going to buy my motorcycle.”
    “We don’t have motorcycles!”
    “Go build one then. Or buy one from someone else.”
    “Why don’t you buy one from someone else!”
    “I already told you!” Screamed the man. “This is where I am buying my motorcycle. And you are going to sell it to me.”
    “NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” The employee sprinted away.
    The man with sunglasses stood still for a moment. Then spotting another worker, his expression brightened.
    “Hey you! I love you!”