insert backstory here
blah blah blah
so i was at the store ordering some photos off my iPhone last weekend.
i used the little kiosk thing - whatever it's called.
i was hoping for minimal human interaction.
not my lucky day.
The Man kept checking on me.
asking if i was doing ok.
asking if i knew how to work the machine.
asking if i needed any help.
asking if i needed anything else today.
and on and on and on.
he looked a lot like Napoleon Dynamite.
but without the fro.
aka a tall, lanky, freckled white guy.
with big glasses and short orange hair.
nerd heaven.
he said my photos would be ready by 7.
i returned at 9.
he saw me walk in
he went directly to the bin
and dug my order out
without asking me what my name was.
freaky?
yes.
i paid in silence.
then he said,
lovely photos by the way
if things with Mr. REA don't work out, i know where to find Mr. Rebound.
not.
