Fly-Fishing

So I used to work at the Wal-Mart in South Philly--automotive department, which is funny because I know nothing about cars. The department next to it was sporting goods, a department that generally didn't have any associates assigned to it at night. Lucky me, not knowing anything about sports, either, it was also part of my beat.

One night this old man, dressed from head to toe as this sort of outdoors type--beiges and browns and whatnot--comes over into sports. He turns to me, wearing these big dark-brown-lensed sunglasses indoors, and I'm ready to freak out. You see, I'm Read more