Rest
After changing the shift, I take off my uniform, walking toward the starbucks on the second floor with a pair of jeans and a shirt.
Although I still have another shift coming up, I am not in the pants of my uniform. Our uniform somehow is kind of like a formal suit which is really easy to be wrinkled; I also don\'t want it to taste any drop of coffee which I myself is going to enjoy in the starbucks. First image is very important, especially for people like me who work as a salesman. People are more likely to buy things from a clean, organized and trustful salesman, and I want to sale things and make □.
It seems that I have so many reasons to wear my jeans, but the only thing that I can think about now is how comfortable I am to be in a pair of loose jeans. I have already stand straight in the uniform for about five hours and I am going to do the same thing after only three hours rest. I feel so exhausted but there is no point for me to drive back home and throw myself into the bed since I only have three hours to rest (although I really want to!!!). I don\'t normally have so many work to do. It just because the mid-year evaluation is coming, I want to have a better image between my companions at work. I also agreed to help Ms. Green by exchanging our shifts because our boss had promised me that if I sold a specific amount of product by the end of this month, I would become a manager; I need more time to achieve this goal. I had been a salesman for two years, I really need some happy news.
Anyway, I am still walking toward the starbucks. It is June, now. There are many students here in the airport heading back home. These young foreign students are always good customers with good □ in their pockets. I know this is a great chance for us salesmen to make □... I shook my head a little bit and see my watch. It is only a quarter past ten now and I have another two and half hours more to rest. I should not think about my work anymore. It is leisure time.
Sitting in the starbucks with my favorite blue mountain coffee, I started to observe people walking pass by. It is always fascinating for me to see different people\'s different expression. There are more and more people get into the starbucks and all the tables have been taken. An old man with his suitcase just comes in. I look around, the emptiest table in the store is mine. He walks toward me and asks if he can sit with me as I expected. I always show my friendly aspect to people who can possibly become my customer; thus, I nod my head with a smiley face.
He happily put his suitcase next to the chair, put down his sandwich and orange juice, and sit down. We don\'t talk for several minutes until he finishes his sandwich. He hold up his juice, drinks some, then he put it back on the table. He says: “thank you for letting me sit with you.” I wasn\'t looking at him until he says the words. I smile again and speak for the same reason: “it is not a big deal, don\'t worry about it.” It seems that I build my friendly image successfully, the old man starts to talk about his own story:
“I am going to China to visit my girl friend who I met on the Internet.” his half blond half white hair reflects gentle light, “I want to get married with her.”
I slightly raise an eyebrow, hardly believing there still this kind of people exist in the world. I am careful not letting he recognize my expression.
He continues speaking: “she lives in Si Chuan...... She is about forty-five years old and she has a son. Her son is twenty-five, still living with his mother...... Yes, I have seen her picture, she is a charming lady...... I brought her gift, I don\'t know if she will like it or not......I am a romantic person, yes. She said she likes that...... I want to give her a surprise...... I believe we love each other, yes, she also loves me......”
I don\'t really know how to react after hearing his story. It has been long since I last thought about romantic and love. It is more like a fairy tale to me. I just focus on my job and □ and □. I am friendly with people because I think they can bring me more □; I wear jeans because possible customers will think that I am young and the price I give to them is cheap...... It seems that the only thing I pay attention to is □. Listening to the old man\'s story makes me think about my mother. I remember when I was young when she talked about people with true love, her face always had an illusive color, like the reflection of heaven. She admired them, as I know, but I don\'t think she get chance to have her own true love. She must be so happy if she heard this man\'s story, be happy for him.
I didn\'t understand my mother\'s feeling when I was young, and I am not sure if I am truly understand their feelings about love now, but I decide to treat him as close as my mother would do if she met him. I smile sincerely, ask him about his girl friend and treat him as an old friend. When we left the starbucks and separates, he seems to be really happy, about his love, and about sharing his love story with me.
At one in the afternoon, I change back in my uniform and my shift. While I am standing in the store, two teenage girls come in, talking and laughing to each other. They look really bright and happy. All the positive vocabulary that is used describe youth can be used on them. Suddenly, I hear they start to talk the old man I had met. One of them says, “Oh, it is amazing there sill is people innocent like him exists on the Earth!” another one laughs, and says: “he must be cheated. Can\'t imagine what is going to happen to him. His “girl friend” must want to use him, for □ or other reasons.” “You are absolutely right.” the first girl says.
I walk toward those girls, who just like the “three hours ago” me even though they are so young, with smile and say: “May I help you?”

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