When your Microwave busts up,
you go to RC Willey to buy a new one.
After asking my mother questions, he peered down at his iphone, obviously entertained by something.
He did this many times.
As he spoke, he let his head sort of roll back and his hand visited either side of his face on a regular basis.
Mr. RC Willey Man followed loosely.
But eventually, he realized she wasn't going to settle anytime soon, and stopped following.
Instead, he reverted to his computer and chair, stationed next to a bank of microwaves.
Maman phoned my father and i poked around,
and watching the robots do what i told them.
i tuned in and out of the conversation Maman and Mr. RC Willey spoke,
turning every now and then to look and them, and at one point i noticed a sort of twinge in his eye,
some sort of apprehension.
i let out a chuckle, but closed it just as quickly as I'd opened it.
Food and Drink are prohibited in the showroom,
but don't worry, your secret's safe with me