painting again
I saw him eating a banana during his lunch break at the supermarket, his whole being seemed to press up against the wall. It's like he wanted to disappear. And indeed, I almost walked past him without noticing him. He looked like part of the wall, hiding behind a claw machine. Looking at his phone, his pale pimply cheeks moving as he chewed. I had never heard him say a word. He would come over to help us whenever we had problems with the self-checkout machines. The contradicting thing with the machines is the self part of it. Because 3 out of 10 times you need the staff to help you check out your groceries. This irony reminds me of many other things in life. But I am not clever enough to put them into words to tell you what they are. Back to the banana-munching self-checkout guy - he is now eating some chocolate muffin. I remember Z telling me how the pumpkin and poppy seeds muffins at Woolies were great as they gave you the calories you needed quickly in a compact form duri...
