Wow. Tonight was one of the weirdest nights I’ve experienced in a long time.

Aside from fussy customers walking into my store and demanding money back for a product they claimed didn’t work but did work, and it turned out they bought it more than four months ago so we couldn’t accept the return, my evening turned even more eventful once I was awarded my 30-minute lunch break.

I walked into the Subway housed inside the Wal-Mart on Independence, where I was instantly met by a homeless-looking individual who began to yell racial epithets against me (even though I’m white) and swear at me.

“You ______, rich boy, what are you gonna do,” he started pointing and half-yelling at me.

I looked back at him and said “Rich? I’m far from rich.”

“The rich shall oppress the weak, the Bible says so,” said the man, pointing to my iPhone that I was using at the moment. By this point I was trying to get past him and stand in line but he wouldn’t let me. “I challenge you to a fight,” he said.

“Nah, don’t waste my time. Wouldn’t want you to lose a fight that wasn’t fair,” I muttered as I walked past him.

“You’re gonna die,” he told me as I stood in the line and the employees asked him to leave, which he surprisingly complied with.

Something like that would have rattled me, but I laughed it off with a few customers and employees after he walked off. I got my pizza and hurried out a different exit to make sure the homeless guy didn’t jump me.

What a weird event.