When I was in college I worked nights at an espresso/coffee place. We also made our own bagels and mixed our own cream cheeses.
We had a variety of strange late-night characters who showed up with alarming regularity but there were a couple who stood out.
The first was this homeless guy who cruised around on a bike with a pet cat. The cat was always on a leash and appeared to be really well cared for. Most nights he would buy a coffee and just hang out in our lounge area with his cat (we were pretty casual at night…the owner left at about four every afternoon and never once, in my 18 months of working there, came in at night). Anyways, at least a couple of times a week he would bring in a stack of records and ask if he could play them. No matter how many times I told him that despite the fact that we played music we did not, in fact, have a turntable, he continued to bring his records in.
The second was this dude we called “Dahmer” due to his unfortunate resemblance to everyone’s favorite cannibal. Anyways, he would come in almost every night and would never order anything. He would just sit. Wouldn’t read, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. Nothing. Sometimes for hours. One night, seemingly out of the blue, he comes up to the counter and asks if we have any cheesecake. One would assume that with the amount of time he had spent in our establishment that he would have realized that we didn’t sell cheesecake. Upon hearing that, unfortunately, we didn’t sell cheesecake he went over to our cooler and picked out a 12 oz. tub of apricot creamcheese. He then went back over to his usual spot and proceeded to eat the entire container. It was the only time that he ever bought anything from the store.