The register boy was wearing a blue shirt. He had brown skin and a thin mustache over his lip. He didn't look very happy to be there. He rang up my beer and the machine told him to check my id. He just looked at my face. I was looking at him. Our eyes were staring into each others. He didn't ask for my card. He just kept scanning.
A girl in a black dress came up, and boy was she smoking! Lord, let me tell you, I just wanted to stare at her. But, like, how does one do that in public without becoming an absolute creep? There has to be some sort of interaction between you. One of you has to drop something and the other has to help pick it up, or one of you has to be working at the place, and the other a customer. You can't just turn around and stare at someone. I mean, I did my best, doing a little spin as I put my wallet in my pocket, but I couldn't give you a description of her face for like one of those criminal portraits or anything. All I know is she had her hair in a little bun.