Closed

He turned up and looked through the window at the dark shop. There was nobody inside and it was very obviously closed. He tried the door handle anyway. The door opened.
He walked in.
"Hello?" he called out
Suddenly he was blinded as the lights came on.
"We're closed," growled a man who had appeared behind the counter.
"I just want a carton of milk."
"We're closed."
"Yes, but I'm here now."
"Not for long."
The man reached beneath the counter and produced a length of pipe which he tapped against the palm of one hand.
"Please. I need milk."
The man with pipe walked out from behind the counter and headed towards him. He swung the pipe at the unwelcome customer's skull.