older, unfashionably bearded, knit capped, trench coated. he set a black duffel bag on the counter and began to unzip. i squatted down to pick up something i dropped when i heard a weird ping of metal and something flew past my head and landed on the floor. it took a moment to process the experience & edit out the profanity before i went live with the exclamation, what was that? i saw something shiny & metallic on the floor, some sort of serrated metal pocket tool. i handed it to him, still confused about how that sharp piece of metal flew like a ninja star across the counter, almost hitting me in the face. he did not apologize. another older man at the next cash register who appeared to be his friend stared without expression and flatly stated:
it was a christmas present.
it was a christmas present.
i stood there, still stunned, feeling like i'd been struck twice.
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