Sunday sucked. I was late, hungry, hungover and disappointed to find Jeannie in the office instead of Mitch. “Hi. Greet,” she said.
“Greet.” She meant stand at the front door and say hello to everyone. I tried, but turns out I couldn’t do it right. I wanted to drink Gatorade and leaned against the wall too much. Some time after lunch, among the endless shuffling of rich urbanites and my “Hellos” and “How are yous” (I refused to say “Welcome to the Lego Store”), something odd caught my eye. A group of four walked in while I had my back turned. Catching them in my peripheral vision, I turned and scanned their faces as they past.
A woman, ignoring me; another woman (I think), ignoring me; a man, head shaved bald in a track suit giving me a dirty look; and a short unshaven man with yellow sunglasses and longish hair. I did a quick double take, but with inconclusive results. A customer came along and ask me directions to the Star Wars themed Legos.
A few minutes later I managed another look. The group of four who had walked in were looking through the displays on the far side of the store, but I could see down the aisles all the way to the back wall. Bono was shopping for Legos. And the prick didn’t even nod at me when I welcomed him to the store.
His bodyguard was staring at me staring at Bono. I was not concerned. Perhaps this man was frightening in Ireland, I understand they are a smaller people, but he did not cut a particularly serious image here. He was no taller than me, and had a small paunch. The pants of track suit were a few inches two short and the elastic cuffs stopped well above his New Balance running shoes. I think he had a single gold hoop earring. The other two women (I think) paid me no mind, and Bono was intently examining a robot-dinosaur Lego set.
Bono wasn’t in the store long; he left with his wee guard trailing him and the other two bought his Legos for him. I spent the rest of the afternoon daydreaming of what I could have said to him; “Saving some African babies today, eh?” and “Legos do wonders for global warming, huh Bono?”
I imagined I would have been fired if I said anything at all to him, but it would have made a better story that me just standing at the front door for rest of the afternoon.