Trader Joe's confronts Brother Nathanael

About a year or two ago, Br. Nathanael put me on his mailing list to which he would spent hyper-ventilating missives about various politico-theological disputes related to Orthodox Christianity which all had a somewhat paranoid, "this is far more important than the actual events would seem to justify" kind of tone. I figured he was just a run-of-the-mill crank with an internet connection. I had no idea that he decided to "take to the streets."

Big Jeezy, as I like to call him, likes to come into the store (when he's tired of dancing, Napoleon-Dynamite style, on the traffic island on Harvard st.) and get in the customers' faces. Particularly the old Jewish ladies, though he did once tell a young Jewish employee that she's going to hell. After the cops kicked him out (he wouldn't leave voluntarily) he spent a good 90 minutes pressed up against the Beacon st. windows with his super-cross, "Jesus the Messiah? WHY NOT!" sign, and uber creepy Jesus-as-Cheshire-Cat-grin staring into the store. He eventually gave up around 5 or so and wandered away.
On a scale of 1-10 of freak customers at TJ's, he's maybe only a 7.5. Raquel the Raccoon and her human master, Baby Swiss, and Cover-the-Scanner-with-a-Bag-and-Type-in-my-Groceries-Manually Lady beat him on most days.