Two police officers were inside talking to a shaggy Charles Manson-looking fellow.  Despite his appearance, he was acting quite calm, answering all of the officers questions about where he lived and such (apparently a nearby condo).  The conversation then ended like this…

Officer 1: Well, we’ve just been getting some complaints about a man matching your description.
Officer 2: Now you don’t seem to be bothering anyone here, but just stay away from the lady stores.
Charlie: Okay.

Charlie then proceeded to sit in his seat, staring directly at Derek and myself.  Derek then informed me (through digital means) that Charlie had been trying to make aggressive eye contact with him before I had arrived.

The entire time we sat there, Charlie faced us.  He left a few times, for up to 15 minutes at a time, but always returned.  He mumbled to himself for a while, read a paper once, asked a lady about her children, but mostly just sat in silence, staring at us for about two hours.

I am pretty sure that this was the man the police had been looking for.

I wanted to blog about this while it happened, but Charlie was staring right at my computer screen.