[ WP ] A man goes into a shop to buy something . He comes out with a box of goo . Unknown to the man , that goo will turn the first person to hold it into what the man originally went to buy , until it is not used for a week . What happens next ?

They would n't sell him a damned jacket. He just wanted one of the jackets hanging on the wall behind the counter, but they said all of'em were reserved. There was an especially stylish red parka he was pretty desperate for, but they said that one was reserved, too. So he swiped a box of something on his way out, just to spite them. And then he threw it away when he got to 5th and Mission, just to spite them even more. And then he walked away. 
 
 I'd been watching from my usual corner. I could see the inside of the fancy consignment store, a mecca for hipsters, and I'd often laugh at the outfits that rolled in and out of their display window. I could swear I'd been wearing ripped up jeans and plaid for half the autumn, but now all of a sudden it was cool? 
 
 Anyway, sometimes the managers would take extra stock and toss it in the dumpster on 5th and Mission, and I'd spend an afternoon pretending to shop as I picked delicately through ill-fitting lace slips and warm-weather flats. It was getting colder every day, and the church bells told me it was nearly five. Maybe when I'd went to get a sandwich with that fiver the old man gave me they tossed the clothes. I had n't seen them do it, but it was always possible. I could tell tonight would be the first frost. When you've been homeless for a few years, you start to feel it in your bones. 
 
 So I walked over to the dumpster, and there it was. That red parka the man had spent so long eyeing earlier. I grabbed it. This mighta been the nicest piece of clothing I'd ever owned. I just did n't remember them taking it out... And I had been on the street corner all afternoon! I only left for an egg sandwich right before 10 this morning. 
 
 Either way, I was the new owner of a pretty stylish parka. I pulled it on and reveled in the way my arms felt against the soft faux fur interior. 
 
 The winter only got harsher, but that parka kept me warm. But one day the man came back. And he saw me and yanked me up by the hood of the parka and dragged me into the store. 
 
 `` So you were reserving it for this homeless cunt?'' he shouted. 
 
 `` Hey, I take offense to that,'' I would have shouted back, if I had n't already been nearly pissing myself in fear. 
 
 The managers looked pretty bewildered, too. 
 
 `` That disappeared off our wall the same day you came in here. I was reserving it for my roommate, Jenny... I just figured you'd stole it somehow,'' said the one with gauged ears and purple hair. 
 
 So hip, these two. Nobody with real street smarts would wear gauges. Easy way to tangle with an alley cat or end up with your earlobe gone after a tussle. 
 
 They tried to wrestle the jacket from me, but I resisted. Who the fuck were these guys, trying to take the only thing keeping me alive away from me? 
 
 So they had to call the cops, and I've been in the cell waiting for a week now. They took the jacket as evidence, but they've reviewed the security footage and must know that I've never even set foot in that dumb store. That's what my appointed lawyer told me. 
 
 That asshole was in the holding cell next to me yesterday. I guess they found out he stole some fancy soap or something. Serves him right, trying to frame me! 
 
 Anyway, I should get out today. The only problem is, I can see the evidence locker from over here, and that parka must be magic. Cuz it's not there anymore...
