Today at work we had this drunk guy park his bike in the store. Well, I saw the bike and not the dude at first. I reported it to Errolyn at the customer service desk. Before she called for the owner to come up, the guy shows up. I told him he's not allowed to have his bike inside the building because it's a safety hazard and against the store policy. He just tells me it's not hurting anyone and completely tunes out what I have to say. I told Errolyn and Dan (my manager) where he went and that he ignored me. Well, later as I'm about to help a guest, he pops up yelling "WHERE'S THE TATTLE-TALE? WHERE'S THE FAGGOTY PUNK-ASS BITCH WHO TATTLE TALED ON ME!" He points at me and starts yelling that I'm a stupid little faggot and that his bike wasn't hurting anyone. Well, I hate being yelled at, so I returned the fire and told him I'm just doing my job and that it's against the store policy to have the bike inside. He keeps trying to tell me off and I tell him to just get the hell out of the store because I'm not going to listen to his crap. He then threatened to beat me up after work and went off. The guest then called him a bastard and we had a laugh. Well, about an hour later he pops back in with his bike and yells for my attention and just gives me a glare when I look at him. He left and I didn't see him after. I then learned that he was drunk (the alcohol smell was strong, though I didn't know because I wasn't close to him) and that he also asked for my co-worker's discount card as well as to use some tools from the back room.