a plain bespectacled man came in to just use my ATM. he had on glasses, had to be near thirty. brown natural colored hair.
brown button up shirt.
brown jacket.
long brown pants all the way down to clean rich green chucks.
"you have rather spontaneous shoes." i commented.
he chuckled.
"i bet you fend off pinches in march with them."
my name tag says Rob. imagine the would be thief staring at the young clerk with that word pinned to his chest. i won't tell you where or what gas station company, but i work at a convenience store. i serve the scum of the earth. sometimes.
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