You Never Have To

A guy at the video store, Family Video, introduced himself to me. We were looking at the same wall. He said his name was Tom Delay. He said that it seemed like maybe we like the same kinds of movies and that maybe we should get together sometime to watch one. He smelled kind of like a bad bread. A bread that also involved feces. It made me sick to be near him and smell him. His teeth had a smell, his mouth and breath. He wanted to shake my hand. I only nodded at him and moved on to the next wall, a couple of walls down. I put my hands into my pockets. He was wearing a child sized cartoon blanket like a shawl. I did like his shawl. That part was cute.