Friday, March 18, 2011

A touch of fear

4:10 a.m.: The first customer who actually made me jittery.

It was likely due to the fact that he couldn't stay still, like everything was imperative and he had a place to be RIGHT NOW! If I didn't move fast enough, he looked like he might explode.

I've never seen anyone that tweaked before.

He looked very ... unpredictable.

He had hard living written all over him: multiple tattoos, a dirty leather jacket, filthy jeans, missing teeth and a road map of wrinkles that confused his age.

There were no threats, no glares. I don't think he even said a word. He was vacant and kinetic at the same time.

I couldn't wait until he'd left.

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