Frank was a sweet old man in a wheelchair. He had eyes so blue and sparkly that they took you in to far away places.
I really liked the guy. He would come into Markdown Mania very regularly. It was my understanding that Frank could walk, but in the store he used a motorized wheelchair.
On the back of the chair he had a cloth shopping bag attached. Every time he would buy something, I would place it in his bag and wish him a good day.
Somewhere along the way, I struck up a conversation with Frank. We would tease each other and his eyes would light up. I felt like I was a better person because I was doing something nice for another human being.
Frank told me about his past. Among other things, he worked at an auto race track. In a low voice, he told me there had been a problem with a woman and her husband. The woman ran around on her husband a lot. Of course, the husband was furious.
According to Frank, the woman intimated that she had slept with Frank. According to him, that was a bald faced lie.
I liked listening to his stories. I’ve always enjoyed hearing about other people’s past, the different jobs they’ve had, their love lives, and so on.
I guess I’m a bit of a voyeur in that way.
Frank and I got to be friendly with each other. Every time he checked out, he’d say, “Now don’t go foolin’ around on me.”
Then one day, I was working in the food section and Frank rolled up to me and we started chatting. The next thing I know, he says this. “Would you sleep with me?”