Behind me children were getting restless, girlfriends urged
their boyfriends to see what the holdup was, the elderly started to regret
having Mexican for dinner. I… was there smiling, patiently looking forward to
my free small 32oz Cherry Coke.
Finally the cashier, his face covered in pimples, looked at
me and said “In order to process this I will need to get my manager.” Without
thinking I responded, “Okay, I can wait.” The children, now rampaging throughout
the theater lobby, demanded their sugared treats. Boyfriends regretted
designating tonight as movie night. Teens created
#StuckInLineForeverBecauseOfCheapMan. It was then the charade I had once called
my reality vanished and left behind an undeniable truth; somehow, unbeknownst to
me, I had become “that guy.”
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