Henry is the only person with whom I ever experience uncanny moments. What follows is the most recent one.
Yesterday, Henry and I were leaving the Gentle Monster flagship when the dick salesperson ("I wouldn't go so far as to call him a dick," said the gracious Henry) chased after us and demanded Henry show him where he returned the sunglasses he tried on. He smugly waited for him to eventually pull the assumed stolen item out of his bag. I wondered in that moment if the salesperson was truly going to search us based off of his poor judgment, in which case I would have flipped out. I cringed watching Henry reluctantly look in his bag, more for show than him genuinely wondering if he misplaced it with his personal belongings. "Didn't you put it back around here?" I asked, pointing to the general vicinity of our lingering.
The salesperson leaped out of his self-righteous pose (head cocked to the side, eyes blinking slowly with a tight smile, hands neatly folded in front of him) and into his mistaken accusation once he saw the glasses sitting on the shelf.
Another brazen, insolent boy! So many of them!
