It was 2 AM and I wandered around Walmart for an hour before remembering what I came for. I have a recollection I was being followed. I spotted an empty shopping cart in a deserted aisle and procured it; having something to prop myself up with was vaguely reassuring. Doing this, I set off some sort of silent alarm and other "consumers" quickly converged on my position. Trying to box me into a corner, I reckon.
I pretended to browse some meat products - while staring out of the corner of my eye. I saw a mom pushing a cart toward me with a biter in the kid seat. We locked eyes. From twenty yards, the little one had a bead on me, as he got closer he grinned and held out his hand in a "gimmie five" gesture. Something or someone was testing me.
My gut reaction was to return the "five" to the tyke, I approached and held out my hand. I mouthed silently: "Beware the Cult of Self", mom seemed oblivious. At the last possible fraction of a second, the kid drew back his hand and ran it through his thin hair in the classic "PSYCHE!" gesture. I looked up into the camera, which on retrospect was a mistake. It was a little surreal.
I pretended to browse some meat products - while staring out of the corner of my eye. I saw a mom pushing a cart toward me with a biter in the kid seat. We locked eyes. From twenty yards, the little one had a bead on me, as he got closer he grinned and held out his hand in a "gimmie five" gesture. Something or someone was testing me.
My gut reaction was to return the "five" to the tyke, I approached and held out my hand. I mouthed silently: "Beware the Cult of Self", mom seemed oblivious. At the last possible fraction of a second, the kid drew back his hand and ran it through his thin hair in the classic "PSYCHE!" gesture. I looked up into the camera, which on retrospect was a mistake. It was a little surreal.
In fact, no offense meant, but I'd pay to see it.