The Guy at the Gas Station
A lesson on cat people, minding your business, and admitting what you don’t know.
At my usual gas station I find the same man working the register almost every time I’m there. He doesn’t smile or offer pleasantries, even when I do. He doesn’t speak much, and when he does he mumbles indecipherably and appears generally disinterested in interacting with me.
I have all the freedom in the world to make up any story for why I believe he behaves this way.
