Barn-like store, huge. I am sitting on a bench just inside the exit. It is pouring rain outside. I am reading a book. The Missus is shopping.
A man, forty-something, bearded, ball-cap, five-six and one-forty-five, approaches the door which opens automatically, two women behind him with gigantic carts piled high with cheap crap.
Woman on the left hollers at man, "Where's your phone?"
Man stops, turns, "In my pocket!"
Woman, "Don't sit on it!"
Man retorts, but by this time I am laughing so hard I can't make out his words.
Man shoots me a look; I raise the book, "Funny book, very funny!"
Surely he couldn't see that the book was about the Holocaust.