I hate me, part 775,973
This one is pretty goddamned thin:
Nice sunny Saturday morning, I was walking to work. Some guy who was way to bundled up for the day (coat, hat, scarf, snow goggles) zipped by me on an undersized BMX bike. When I got to work, he was parked, talking to his reflection in the front window, in an exaggerated child’s voice
Records! I like records!…I like Records!
Then to me in an age appropriate voice
You guys open?
Not yet, 9:30 today
ALL RIGHT!…TEN MINUTES!…TEN MINUTES, BRO!…I’LL BE IN…YEAH!
A half hour later, he quickly walked his bike thru the store without looking at any records or saying a word.