March 27, 2012 scottcjones 2Comments

Once it was all over, Mr. Kaufman winced as he inspected the contents of my shopping cart, as if each crappy, worthless item he saw in there sent a jolt of painful electricity through his system. “Will you look at this amazing haul?” he said. Then he kept making jokes that the Zayre department store would probably have to close early that day due to the substantial dent I’d put in the store’s supplies. A photographer from the local newspaper appeared. He positioned Mr. Kaufman and me in front of my cart, then he badgered me into smiling. Once the…