Storyteller

Sometimes I make up stories about people who come into the store.

Like the guy who came two Sundays in a row wearing the same nice shirt with his hair slicked back and went straight for the adult section.

My story for him is that he goes to church every Sunday morning. And as he's driving home he says to himself "Welp, now that church is over, it's time to go get me some porn."

One day before opening the store I had breakfast with Josh across from work. I saw a man go up to the door and try opening it and started narrating for him. Which makes you wonder, how many times during the day are you just walking along and you don't know it, but someone is secretely narrating your life? Weird, huh?