Disorder

Man, not much over 20, walks into a deli. With no more than a bag full of merchandise. [out the backdoor, down the stairway, into no mans land] "Cologne" he says to the man behind the counter making minimum wage. It's from victorias secret, if I remember right. He hands it to the man, telling him to open it and smell it. The man has the gleam in his eyes. Such a luxury it would be. He may have thought of the old times, when life was hard. Now the kid is selling him cologne. But alas, it's not to be. He can't afford it. Relucently, he hands it back. The kid turns to me. As if I'd be interested. He moves on, without buying anything. Just a kid wielding a carrot in front of someone who may never get to it.