Guy with a cane, and perhaps a slight English accent, comes in looking for Byron, finds a combo Byron Keats Shelley, and when purchasing says "I should go next door," (across the way is a BevMo) "and get some Absinthe for reading this." "I wouldn't be surprized if they did have some there." I say. "Oh, they do. Trust me, I know." he answers with a grin.