
I stop in a Shell station convenience store for the next day's road snacks. The woman behind the counter notices I'm carrying a book. In under three minutes I learn:
She had just finished a book by Dean Koontz.
Used to live in Newport Beach, CA - the same town Koontz lives in - and greeted the author as he was driving around town with his golden Labradors.
Has ADD and hasn't seen a movie in years because she can't settle down long enough to focus.
Used to work in Alaska running a tour group.
Has a sister who is super smart and encourages people to read.
Finally I got away after saying I suffer from 24-hour leprosy.
And the night is still young here at the feet of the Cascades.
3 comments:
Haha, this Shell station woman sounds like my grandmother. Well.. there's got to be one in every family I'm sure.
It came out in a burst, as if she were going to be shot after ringing up my transaction.
I don't believe she was.
Apparently she was terrified of you and she wanted to envoke some sort of sympathy before you were able to draw your weapon.
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