"So tell me about this girl," he said, bending over to tie one of his shoes.
"There’s not much to tell, really. I was with Jake when I met her. It was at the sporting goods store on Addison… Why don’t you have Jake tell you the story? Like I said, he was there."
"Because I want to hear it from you, that’s why." He sat back in his chair and scratched at his chin.
"Well, Jake wanted to go in and look at the guns they had in stock. I don’t really care much about guns but I didn’t have much going on so I said alright. We looked around for a bit, mostly at the guns, then we saw her behind a glass counter near the apparel and decided to talk to her."
"What was she selling?" he asked.
"What was it that she was selling behind the glass counter? You’re saying she worked there?" He made a few notes on his paper as he listened.
"Oh. She was selling knives and binoculars, I believe."
"Why are you smiling?" he asked.
"You smiled when you said she was selling knives and binoculars. Why is that?" He made a few more notes on his paper.
"Oh, I don’t know. I guess because I think it’s a little funny that she was selling binoculars. It seemed fitting, now that I think about it."
"I don’t really know how to say it. There was just something about her eyes, I guess. It was something about the way they made her look. And it might seem strange, but for the life of me I can’t remember what color they were. Has that ever happened to you? Anyway, I looked into them for a while as we talked over the glass counter about knives and what she knew about them. But now, lying here, the only thing I can really tell you about those eyes is that they made her look stupid. It may seem callous, but there it is: She had stupid eyes."
"Interesting. And did Jake say anything to this young woman?"
"Yes, but it was like it always is when Jake talks to anybody. He tries to get their attention but they always act like he isn’t even there. No one listens to him, they just ignore him and talk to me. It makes me feel awful, as you can imagine."
"Embarrassment for others is part of the human experience," he replied, making another note on his paper.
"Oh, what do you know? You’re just like everybody else I talk to; you’re no different! Jake has been sitting here politely this entire conversation and you have yet to answer his question regarding where you got that nice blue sweater."