I’d been there before.Whether they recognized me or not, I couldn’t tell, as they were preoccupied with more important things. One was playing solitaire on his dust-covered 2003 Dell computer. Another was texting on his cell phone — just pretending to go through the motions of being attentive. The last was sitting in a chair behind the counter, staring off into space as if he was two-thirds of the way through a bad heroin trip.You could cut the air with a knife. Apparently all the smile in the room had been used up before I got there.I’ve never felt less …read more

Related