Forbidden Fruit
“I use two bucks to wash my work uniforms, which is almost all I wear during the week, so I’m set when Monday rolls around.The next morning, I take the bus to work, as usual, and I’m jumpy, watching for the spooky dude, but I don’t spot him. There’s just the usual bunch of commuters who can’t afford a car or insurance or both. They nod at me as I board; I lift my chin in response.I sit next to an older woman who clutches her bag as if I’m likely to mug her. People often respond that way to the p...iercings and my general style. It’s not personal, though. I’ve watched folks with similar looks receive the same treatment.It’s a decent day, bright enough and unlikely to rain. Most of us hop off at the mall and I traipse inside, ignoring the kid from the hamburger stand who’s puffing away near the ashtrays; he looks like he isn’t even old enough to buy smokes. I give him a wide berth. Despite my cold shoulder, he falls into step beside me.“Shouldn’t you be in school?”MoreLess
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