The one-armed man with the rainbow flag on his t-shirt will not stop talking to the other customers.
“So when I was twenty-two, was it Nixon? no I guess it was Ford that was president,” he says to the politely nodding couple in his nasal voice that carries even over the constant ringing of the bell of the Salvation Army lady. “He was bad, but you know, he wasn’t as bad as Trump, because Trump lies, he thinks he’s great, and he has zero empathy.”
My impatience is rising up to choke me as I try to finish up this couple’s sale, but I’m not angry because he’s wrong, but because he doesn’t care as much about Trump as he does about having somebody to talk to, and I need to talk to them right now.