Today at 2 PM, after nearly a full two a half days at Lego, I finally saw Mitch. Mitch is a funny guy, and I had hoped to see him a bit more, because, well, my life is terrible and laughing makes me feel better. The day had gone by quickly enough; a constant line about 10 insufferable Mag Mile shoppers deep kept me busy on the register. None the less, the depression of my situation did not escape me (Ed. note: as you may have noticed).
After returning from my lunch break, he appeared. He gave me a little pat on the back and disappeared. At the end of my shift I saw him again. He had a cardboard box in his hand with a single yellow Lego brick stuck in the packaging tape on the inside. He said he was going to give the box to a homeless person: “it’s a furnished one bedroom apartment.”
We discussed bringing Bloody Marys in before opening the store in the morning.