Target in Van Nuys on a Saturday night

I love this guy.  This evening he power-walked around Target for about fifteen minutes with the loudest fucking wind chimes known to man.  Audible from any spot in the store.

He wasn't there to browse.  He wasn't there to shop.  He was there to walk around with cacophonous fucking wind chimes (and I'm pretty sure he brought his own).  Dude circled the second floor before heading down to cover the first level.  He was genuinely dedicated to pissing off everyone in the store. 

Will you look at the smile on this guy?  I've never been that happy to be at Target.