Running out of Time 3

Another page of Running out of Time

On top of his insulting normalness, he was wearing a black polo and slacks. For some reason, I had been hoping that he would be a bearded two eye patch wearing man in a shady trench coat. “I have no need for such things.” There it was. The strangeness I was craving. “There’s no merchandise worth stealing, and no money in the register.” I almost fell from the sheer lack of an anomaly. Life was never as amazing as I wanted it to be. “What has brought you to shop?” The man said. His name tag proclaimed he was simply named, Jones. Whether that was his first name or last name I was unsure. It could have easily been his first, middle, and last name. Jones Jones Jones. Who was I to judge? I was GAW.

“I was attempting to help an old lady cross the street, but in the process she was mugged. I chased the guy down and in the process of beating some sense into him, I broke the sole off of my shoe,” I said. I lifted my shoe up so that the bottom of my foot was peeking through where the sole should be.

“Indeed.” Jones looked me up and down. Was he into me? Couldn’t tell. I probably wasn’t about to indulge in a date with Triple Jones before I met Ketchup girl. She was a preexisting thing. He wasn’t really my type anyway. I preferred long flowing blonde hair. “I cannot sell you these shoes.”

Jones grabbed me by the back and began to push me, on my heels, towards the door. “What? Why?” I asked

“You are not worthy,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“The shoes will not fit you. They are two sizes too big.”

He stopped pushing me as my nose pressed into the glass door. “Can’t I still buy them?”

“These shoes are meant for someone else,” he said to me. Was he expecting some sort of prophetic hero to show up and take the shoes? It angered me a bit to think that he didn’t think I had it in me to be some kind of hero.

“Still, I can buy them right?”

“It would be a waste, because you wouldn’t be able to wear these shoes. Please leave my shop. I hope you have a fantastic day, and come here for any of your ware needs in the future.” He pushed me through the rest of the way. The door opened in front of me, he removed his hands, and the door shut.