I was working at the Passaic Book Center (NJ'87)
I had just started was told that no one was allowed
in the basement where we kept our stock of old comics,
vintage shit, dbls etc., basically a goldmine. I'm down there returning some Dare Devils when I notice what I thought was a real buff ,tiny ,gothy guiedette standing in the Capt.America section with her back towards me. So I'm like"excuse me m'am you can't be down here" and fucking Glenn danzig turns around all 5"2' of him and shoots me a stink eye like like I haven't felt before or since. I told him he could stay as long as he wanted,
then went upstairs and cleaned the shit out of my pants.