As I leaf through the clearance rack, he wanders around hitting everything with his cane as people give him a wide berth. I think he’s getting enjoyment out of it in some messed-up way. “Lane, I think you’re supposed to tap, not swing it like a broadsword you’re aiming at someone’s ankles.” He cocks his head at me like what I said was super confusing. “I don’t think so.”
