He signs the credit card slip for the twelve pack of
Mountain Dew and the bag of
Doritos. He being the 19 year old "
world is my oyster" guy from down the street.
"You'ld better keep that," he says cockily. "I'm going to be famous."
"Oh yah? Famous doing what?"
"I'm a drummer," he says puffing out his chest.
"In a band hmm?"
"It's where I'm headed now"
I don't say that drummers are a dime a dozen. I don't say you need to be a percussionist to make it big and even those have years of training on top of incredible talent. Instead I say, "What college band are you in?"
"HA! I don't have time for school. What a waste! I have more important things to do. So, be sure to save that slip of paper. It's going to be worth something some day." And cocky boy with a toss of his hair swishes out the door.
He's got confidence going for him, I will give him that. I wonder how long he'll be able to hold onto that in this dog eat dog world without a back up plan. Confidence isn't going to put food on the table. Neither will a lack of higher education. Who knows, maybe he will be one of the lucky ones that accidently bumps into the right person who hooks him up in a rock and roll band that will shoot straight for the stars.
Right now I see that this signature is worth exactly $5.28. I fold the slip in half and slide it into my basket with the other credit receipts.
"Next please?"