My Favorite Banana

I slid some quarter’s across the counter, while I dug in the pockets of my jean shorts for my cash. I don’t know what my hurry was no one was in the store and the guy that worked there was always so nice, he was listening to some sports thing on the radio anyway, I set the dollar down, I felt bad it was a little sweaty. I opened my powdered sugar donuts and leaned against the counter glad the dollar was cooling off for a minute. I waited to twist the cap of my Orangina to be safe….yep, he turned around just as it hissed open. The Orangina was something he suggested because “why do you insist on getting your breakfast at a liquor store?” not in a mean way, more concerned, I think this was based on his theory that it had real juice in it. This was Venice early 90’s, no Starbucks, it was a one-minute walk, he sold singles (good brands, mine Camel Lights) in his drawer, I liked to play with Max the store cat and I needed sugar within 4 minutes of waking up so yeah it was the perfect destination, and sometimes he gave me a banana from behind the counter… those were not for sale.

I had a date later, I hadn’t heard from him from him for a few weeks, I was surprised to get two confirmations on my machine.  Our last date was a party for his work, he was an “agent”, he delivered this information in a way I didn’t fully understand,  maybe he sold insurance or something. We left early, he mentioned on the way home that I dressed “sort of weird ”,  I played it off but was embarrassed, no one had ever said that.

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