“Forty-one, ninety-nine?” The kid asked
incredulously.
I nodded. “Yep.”
He continued: “And that is for just the razor heads,
not the whole razor?” He studied the
small box I had handed him at the check stand.
“A true fact,” I said.
The kid was about nineteen and had just a bit of
peach fuzz for whiskers on his face. One
of the linear fluorescent lamps directly above us in the giant box store pulsed
with bad light. “Buying this kind of
stuff doesn’t really bother me anymore,” I told him.
“No?” He
asked as he punched keys on his cash register.
“Not much,” I said.
“I have become practical in middle-age.
I am just happy that I feel like shaving and happy to still be here
buying anything.”
--Mitchell
Hegman
A beard makes you look like an old absent-minded nerd.:)
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