Yesterday I saw a guy in the supermarket with one of those faces that could be turned upside down to form a new face. The man was completely bald, had a short thick beard, and a forehead lined with wrinkles. This morning I saw him at the bakery, only this time his head was the other way around. He had brown matted hair, freshly shaven cheeks, and a small happy smile. I made a suggestive comment about the upside down cherry cake – he didn’t even flinch. I tried to examine the back of his neck as he placed an order, but I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I watched him closely through the payment process; he generously placed his change in a charity tin beside the register. “Catch you on the flipside,” I said, as he turned to leave the store.
The man looked over and smiled. “See you later,” he replied, politely, and then left.
He did a pretty good job of discounting my inquest, but I know it was the guy from the supermarket. He was wearing the same pair of blue overalls; they even had the name Mario stitched into the breast pocket.
The man looked over and smiled. “See you later,” he replied, politely, and then left.
He did a pretty good job of discounting my inquest, but I know it was the guy from the supermarket. He was wearing the same pair of blue overalls; they even had the name Mario stitched into the breast pocket.