22 May 2012
He looked at me nervously with his big brown eyes. "How much?" he asked shyly. "Fifty cents," I replied kindly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, taking out a wrinkled dollar bill. "I'll take two." "Go ahead, pick," I said giving him the candy box. He gratefully took the box and I watched him as he examined the various Blow Pop favors. He pulled two out, stuck the dollar inside, and handed me back the box. "Thanks," I said. He nodded his head in acknowledgement and stood next to my seat as if wanting to say something else. But he must've changed his mind because he walked away.
And that was the first and only time that I've talked to him. And boy, those five minutes talking to him were well spent.
Blow Pops (And Sweet Experiences) • Opuss № I