Tiddly Winks

I got a part time job this summer at a little store with a ridiculous name. Anyone that I’ve told the name of this store can’t remember it and asks me, “How’s the job at ________?” For now, I’ll just call it one of my favorite incorrect names: Tiddly Winks. Business is slow over at Tiddly Winks. I have to find ways to occupy my time in a very small space with very little to do. I usually read but sometimes I almost fall asleep with my eyes open. Last week I alphabetized an entire display of magnets…..for fun. I can hardly people watch because so few people come into the store. It has been pointed out to me that I managed to find a job where a straight single male will never enter. I was worried that this was true until I met: The Mailman. There is something so charming about mail men on foot in a city. Each afternoon I look forward to this brief moment of testosterone in tight blue shorts. Thank you mailman, for connecting me to life outside this room via Domino's flyers and gift catalogs.