Nocturnal Legacy
“I asked for two pounds of ham and I want two pounds of ham!” the woman complained. “Not one point nine!” “Sorry, Ma’am.” I replied, putting another slice on the scale, my mind wandering again. Handing the woman her package, I glanced back over at the bakery counter. “He’s looking at me again!” I squealed. “Just go talk to him!” Judy urged in her graveled, low-pitched voice, “Life’s too short to mess around.” “I can’t just go up and start talking to him!” I argued. “Suit yourself… smoke break.” Judy announce, removing her apron and leaving the deli counter. We exchanged glances several times over the next few minutes as I wiped counters, trying to work up the courage to talk to him. “You two! Go talk to him already!” Judy urged. “You really think …