In a neighborhood of hipsters, I buy a pair of sunglasses from a popular thrift store. The girl serving me has mismatched earrings and hair piled on her head in a loosely tied bun. Around her neck hangs a chunky brass key along with other objects.
'Do you want a bag with that?' she asks. I must look indecisive. 'I can give you one', she says, 'I'm so bored'. I tell her that I'm sorry to hear that. 'It's not a good thing to be bored', she says. I agree and decide to do what I can to alleviate the problem.
'You want to know my middle name?' she asks, her eyes lighting up. I tell her I do. She gives me an answer. 'My parents were going to give it to me as a first name', she says, 'but my sister got to chose'. Happily, she is glad of her sister's choice.
Another customer is hovering so, with my sunglasses, I wish her a better afternoon and head out into the sunshine.
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