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I was at a store the other night and I was working with one of the employees there to get some credit on some kind of rewards card based on some certificates I had. The details are entirely unimportant and even less interesting. What is important is that we did the whole thing and then he went off and then I did some shopping and then tried to spend some of the credit on some DVDs. However, there was no credit on my rewards card. I mentioned to the cashier that I just put credit on there, and he asks me who helped me.
This is where the trouble starts; I can’t think of how to describe this guy. I think I tend to focus on details about people rather than their overall look, and all I could think of about him were that his fingernails were very dirty, he had a huge piece of dead skin hanging off his lower lip, and he seemed very stoned. While these were all accurate statements, it’s not the kind of way you want to identify someone you don’t know to one of his co-workers.
In panic, I looked around the store, hoping I could just point him out, but he was nowhere to be seen. Finally I stammered, “He was – he was wearing a sweater.” This didn’t help much, and we both looked around the store for a while, but to no avail. Then he asked me, “Did he have curly hair?” “Yes!” I replied excitedly, although in truth I had no idea as to the nature of the hair in question, it seemed a reasonable answer. He walked off to a door marked “Employees Only” and stuck his head in. A moment later he backed out of the room and behind him was the man who had helped me earlier — with curly hair! He wasn’t wearing a sweater though; it was one of those fleece vests, over a t-shirt. However, nobody said anything, my credit was applied and all was well.
I got the DVD for Fishing with John which is wonderful and I encourage you all to pick it up.