Thursday, October 6, 2011

I Am Not Timmy

At the CVS checkout line, I'm swiping my card and the creepy guy in line behind me gets closer. It's been a few days since his last shower, and when he gets to the point where he can whispers into my ear I can practically feel his scruffy 5 o'clock shadow against me.

"Are you Timmy?" he asks.

I try to create space between him and myself, but since I'm at the front of the line there's only so much I can do.

"No," I say.

"Oh, OK. 'Cuz you kinda look like Timmy."

For future reference, just because I "kinda look like" someone named Timmy doesn't mean you can violate my personal space.

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