So, anyways, he arrives to the front door of this "convenient store." I use the quotations because the only convenient thing about this store was that it was attached to a run-down house. It was something he had never seen before, but knew he had to get this done for a guy who was out of town. As he walked to the front door, he noticed a padlock. He knocked a few times then finally looked in the window and tapped to get anyone's attention. All of the sudden he saw this head pop up slowly from behind the counter. Greg pointed to the Pepsi logo on his polo and said he was with Pepsi. No one really seemed to care.
Greg went around to the side of the building - well, make-shift store - and found a door that looked ajar. He was a bit hesitant but creeped the door open and made it known he was there - not to scare anyone. Before he knew it, the door hit a pair of feet that were poking out of a sleeping bag. Once his eyes got past the sleeping (or dead) man he had hit with the door, he realized there were 8-10 people sleeping on the floor behind the store's counter. One of the men poked his head up and said, "is you da po-leece?" The dude looked like he was high as a kite. Greg said people were poking up like wack-a-mole! He quickly turned around and said forget it. They definitely needed more than what Pepsi could offer.
Imagine if he'd gone in saying he was the Coke guy ...
"...is you da po-leece?"
After further investigation - the owner of the store had forgotten to lock the door, allowing several squatters to come in and sleep that night.