this morning #317.

this morning, a simple “thank you” would have sufficed but his innate tendency to overdo things had taken over. that’s how he found himself restlessly waiting outside the door of a zales slurping from a thermos of coffee & peering in through the windows at the inventory. through them, an old man shuffled around behind the counter, tidying up & trying to ignore his eager gawking. under different circumstances, this situation would’ve attracted the attention of the police but in his case, he was a late forties white man in a seersucker suit. if he wanted to reward his wife with jewelry for letting him go on a fishing trip with his high school buddies this past weekend, he’d just have to be patient.