His considerable girth hung over a straining belt, his eyes were blood-shot, or seemed to be, but it was the prominent, (and somewhat bizarre), facial hair which I fixated on.
"See something funny, kid?" He snapped, dragging me out of my reverie.
"N-no," I replied, and worried myself that that was the wrong answer. "I mean… Am I supposed to be looking for something funny?"
This had seemed like a good way to earn some cash -- just enough to get me through graduating year. Not bad for the resume e...
Published on July 04, 2010 07:30