Zen-Den and I were shopping at a large outlet mall, an outside one on about an acre of land.
Lots of walking. Lots of people.
Good deals everywhere.
As we were moseying along, me staring in all the store windows, him guiding me along so that I didn’t bump into anyone or anything, I got grumbly with him.
He kept telling me where the stores were. The stores had large signs that I could read but he kept calling out their names like a disembodied voice on a subway line.
Finally I asked him why he was doing this. He said:
“It’s my job to point out the stores to you. It’s your job to judge them harshly. That’s how it works with us.”
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