As I approach my friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart I see a little table set up with a cardboard science fair display. There's a man standing there with a bucket of change talking on his phone. He sees me and does a double take. I lower my gaze and forge ahead, hoping that the phone will occupy him.
It doesn't.
He pulls the phone away from his ear and undulates. "How *you* doin?"
I don't respond and keep walking.
"God bless you, girl!"
Upon my exit, I know he'll still be there. He asks if I have any change for disaster relief. I don't have any cash.
I'm walking away, which doesn't faze him in the least. "You know what? I love you anyway. And God blesses you. You know why? You beautiful. You got a crisis in yo life?"
This forces me to stop and turn. "No. Not really."
He brings his hand to his heart and shakes his head soulfully. "You will. Just stay beautiful. God bless you."
I thank him and run.
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