Run Away!

I worked at a small pizza place in a small town for several years. The small town had a small convenience store. Going to or from work I would often stop at that store. There was a young man who, frequently, rode his bike through town, past the pizza place and the convenience store. Often, I would encounter this gentleman while I was driving through the town, walking in or out of work, and going to the store. He would greet me in the same way every time, “Scary, blonde, cyclops monster!” and then he would giggle.

I loved it.


Author: heidi

I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up.

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