Persistent Caller

Once I was in my local hardware store on Grand Avenue in Saint Paul, a place that was staffed by teens at the register and mustachioed white men in their fifties who patrolled the aisles asking you the moment you stepped foot in the place whether they could help you find something. If you said Yes, a dishwasher rack or Yes, metal shelf brackets, they took off walking with their chins down. Read more “Persistent Caller”