A person entered the store and was wearing a red 3-hole ski mask, and red cap and clumsily made his way to the register. I looked at the individual in the ski mask, which was a bit askew and revealed a ginger moustache poking through the mouth hole. It was now feasibly safe to assume it was a man. Perhaps not. We stared at one another, his green eyes blinking behind their slits."It's still September," I said after a moment of awkward silence. "Not quite cold enough for that yet."