· Oct 13, 2019 at 3:47 pm
The scene is a department store in Naperville around 7pm last night. Sara is meandering around the aisles and only mildly interested in the store’s goods.
I hear over the store’s intercom, “Dave to the front, please. Dave to the front.” I start to head to the front even though I’m not Dave. I call out, “Dave to the front” as well.
The checkout aisle are only slightly busy but I’m interested in who Dave is and why he left Hawaiian Bob to man the registers all by himself.
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