the 7-11 on 4th south a couple blocks east of State.
There was a guy ahead of me that was obviously mentally ill. I wasn't paying attention until he started yelling back off. I was quite a bit behind him. Anyway, he was trying a credit card a few times to buy about $10 worth of junk food. When it didn't work, he cussed and stormed out. I asked one of the cashiers to let me pay for it and told him to tell the guy it was paid for (but didn't want them to know I did it). I dated a women with a schizophrenic son. So difficult.