One evening Fernando needs to use the bathroom dreadfully all of a sudden. He is about to rise and head into the back room to take care of that business when a truck pulls in. It is one of Fernando's regular customers. Usually when he comes it is a quick in-out; good for Fernando, since he does not like leaving the front of the store unattended.
The man comes in with son in tow and they set to browsing when another vehicle pulls in. This truck contains a father and his daughter, the latter being the semi-regular customer of the family. Fernando's bladder sends waves of protest through his body, but he perseveres. Surely this will not take overlong.
When the two men see each other they nearly do a happy dance, shake hands, and stand in the middle of the new release aisle talking for the next twenty-odd minutes. About what, Fernando was only half-aware thanks to his mighty need to use the restroom, but the word which jumped out at him was “tractor.” To their eternal credit, the men's offspring behaved during this palaver. The daughter browsed cases while the young man sat on the floor in the kid's section.
The one man's teenaged daughter finally took the initiative of breaking the store out of its stasis. She approached the counter with the movies in tow and Fernando set about filling out the rental slip. She shattered the bubble of conversation encapsulating the two men by saying, “Dad, I need the money for the movies.”
“Well, I guess we'd best be on our way,” says her father and he hands her a ten. “Looks like she wants to get going.”
“Yeah, it's getting pretty late. You have a good night, hear?” First the one group leaves, followed shortly by the other.
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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