Few months ago there was a lady in the store who was found on her back in pain next to some liquid. We called the manager over, and she told him that she slipped on the puddle and was having back pain. He asked "so you slipped on that puddle of orange juice?", she yelled while cringing in pain "well yeah, how else do you think I got here?!" So the manager smiled and asked "have you paid for the orange juice your son is drinking over there?" Ever since that day I have been convinced that the manager must be some sort of holy man, because up she sprang all pain gone from her back.