Tuesday, March 15, 2005

 

3.15.04

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Just outside of my peripheral vision, I could see him cautiously monitoring me. His head was directed toward the glasscase in front of him as he tried to show no interest in me.

A bead of sweat dripped down his left temple and flowed right into the brown pupil fixated at the corner of his eye.

It must be the beanie. Definitely the beanie.

Or the fact that I have my hand in my jacket, much like a person concealing a gun would have their hand in their jacket.

He yelps as the saline from his sweat penetrates his eye, causing a stinging sensation reminiscent of a beesting in the cornea.

I look up at him.

He stares at me with one eye open

Good one.

I sniff. I snarl. I snort.

The place didn't exactly have that Abercrombie and Fitch smell, but it certainly wasn't the headquarters for a diaper smuggling ring either.

I sneeze.

I sneeze right onto the glasscase in front of the clerk that's housing cheap little earrings and rings.

I give him the stare.

You know, the stare.

The stare that says, "Pleased to meet you. Your girlfriend is cheating on you."

I move on.

I perused much like any other shopper would.

An anxious shopper, actually.

An anxious shopper whose only release of stress was to get a rush from an event.

That event just happened to be stealing.

You could cut the tension in this room with a nuclear bomb.

I circle a case of necklaces.

He's trying to hide behind a bracelet case.

The bracelet case is made of glass.

It see-through.

Good one.

"Could you just steal something already?"

"Would it make you feel better?"

"Yes. Just take a couple of rings."

"I think I shall."

"Here. Take this. I'm going to call the police."

"And I'll be long gone by then."

"Good."

"Good."

He walks to the counter. He looks at me with puppy-dog eyes.

He picks up the phone.

"I'm calling now."

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Docking out...
-Ryan : and that's how it happened

Ryan posted this at 9:11 PM.