Her boss had even scheduled an extra meeting to inform her and all her colleagues about this man. He’d shown up multiple times, each time looking worse than before, begging them to help. The last time it got so bad he was slurring his words and yelling at other customers. The only thing saving the sales of that day, was the extraordinary discounts handed out to all the potential buyers because of the inconvenience. Claire could still hear the manager yelling after that mess.
She had briefly talked to the guy, apparently named Dave, while she and a colleague were dragging him out. He told her he was born and raised in this city and always lived a comfortable life, up until the moment the economy crashed and burned Dave’s life to the ground. “If you would just listen to me, you would understand!”, he said. Claire almost felt sorry for him, she always had a soft spot for the helpless and elderly. However, the scene from just moments ago and the fear of losing her job, made her unresponsive to his pleas.
Now he was roaming the parking lot once more. He looked just as disheveled as last time: stains all over his trousers, tangled and matted long hair, and she even thought she could see a hole in his shoes!