I was at the shop I used to go to before I moved. I had a 3 foot retic in my hands that had decided to escape. I turned the corner just as this huge guy (could have played football) was turning into the row I was leaving. He looks at the snake in my hands and starts saying no, no, no... over and over again as he quickly walks out the door. Then he is trying to get his kids to come outside and away from me and the snake. They wanted nothing to do with leaving but wanted to see and touch the snake.