Day One Hundred and Twenty-Three
-At precisely eight o'clock, just as we were opening, a man darted into the store, decked out in board shorts, a worn graphic tee, and pristine latex gloves. After a few minutes walking the store, he brought forward an armful of household essentials and asked me to wait as he quickly picked up one last item from the front end. I looked on as he walked to the card wall, scooped an entire rack of Yu-Gi-Oh cards up in his arm, and purchased the twenty dollars of cleaning supplies and over one hundred dollars of trading cards with infallible glee.
-A woman purchased a large gift bag with an equally-large package of toilet paper. This is the type of ally I need in my life.
-A dog in a cart looked me dead in the eye and bared their teeth. This intimidation tactic would have struck terror into my very core, were it not for the pup’s ferocity being undermined by its fun-sized nature.
-A fact I have always presumed to be true has been proven as such today. No sight is more fear-inspiring than a ragtag team of twenty teenage jocks storming your storefront with neither care nor supervision.
-I heard a toddler shouting the French word, “Merde!” repeatedly as he was pushed through the store. His parents did not know, but I knew, and he knew that I knew, and I knew that he knew that I knew, and that was enough for him.
-A woman complained to me at great length about her disappointment in a local hotel’s policy. After she was pressed for more details by means of a polite and silent nod from me, she explained that she and her family had been having a picnic and photoshoot on their front lawn and were asked to leave once it was determined that they were not actually staying at the hotel. A pay-to-stay establishment not allowing free use of their premises made little sense to this woman, as this situation as a whole did to me.