He touched everything in sight, constantly proclaiming, "I want this" and then tossing whatever it was into the cart. When he turned around, I'd take that shit out and put it back on the shelf. If the guy wanted to get some stuff, fine. But I didn't think we really needed a ten pack of superglue or leopard print duct tape. When he saw the set of mini kitchen utensils, he almost had a fit over how precious they were. I left those in the cart. They were kind of cute. And less than ten bucks.
