May 10, 2011
I learned not to regret it. The pavement smelled like mineral water, competing with the allure of a wood fire across the dirt road. The cahsier from CVS was there, and it was probably the first time I'd seen him without that navy blue polo and that plastic smile. He was drinking a Budweiser and sitting ponderously by the fire. I was sweating after running for just a few minutes and I reacted the same way I had last night as I approached the counter--figuring I'd meet his glance when appropriate, I didn't look, but then I did anyway.