Music store kiosk
Em listens to Blur CD at record store, but all she hears is classical music. I check it out for myself. She is right. The guy working behind this musical kiosk went to the front of the store. We wait for him on stools. I go to him, tell him I want to listen to Blur. We go back, he puts the right CD in the player. Em, a stool or two away, sticks her tongue out at me. "I hope you know her," he says to one of us.
We play this game, like we are strangers. "Could you kick her out of the store?" I ask him. She calls me a name. I stick my fingers in her ear. We eventually stop playing.
According to Em, he asks her, "Are you on acid?"