2:50pm: have been sitting in parked car in macmedics parking lot typing into phone. Kids came out of somewhere for a minute, like a day care thing.

3:00pm: I am being serviced by the macmedics employee who I have always wanted to be serviced by. Ever since I saw that mom lady talking to him about his tattoos. Really chatting him into a corner, grilling him about ‘healing times.’ He kind of seemed to like it, in an ‘I enjoy sharing perfunctory information to those who ask it from me, I am happy to help’ way. I’m making that up, he probably liked hot interrogator mom attention for normal reasons. Still tried to exude ‘don’t you worry baby, I would never ask you to tell me what your sleeve means, plus I know how to treat you nice’ at him.

He is in the back room checking the trade-in value of busted computer.

He is checking prices in the back.

How else can I say this…

When will he return, it has been minutes since I have known how tall he is

Maybe he doesn’t really have the little face mole/freckle cluster thingy I thought I saw, I hope it’s still there when he comes back

3:17pm: froze while trying to charm him with a story of how…oh no. So, he said it would be better money-wise if they just replaced the busted parts instead of selling me a refurbished used computer. He said ‘machine.’ I like it when computer people call computers ‘machines’ instead. Got a little turned on writing that, imagining the mind of a computer person, feeling insecure that computers aren’t as ‘machine-y’ as other machines like cars but they’re technically still machines. Seems sexy, frail. Frail and knowable. I would say ‘I’d like to see the machine’ when I pick up repaired computer, then he’d retrieve it from the back (I’d let him retrieve it to increase waiting time so there could be a bigger-feeling reward, because I too am looking out for his best value) then I’d take it from him and set it aside without breaking eye contact and say, ‘I’d like to see the other machine, the one in the back,’ moving closer and just…Jesus lol…grabbing his button-down where it meets the pants. Pulling it out. Right on the button line. I would be pulling from the button line, because it’s like a little handle. Zoom in for a close inspection of the freckle/mole face area. Check to see if that shit needs refurbishing. Refurbish the shit out of that face mole cluster thingy. I think it’s near his eye. Give him a nice hot quote on that mole cluster, try to get him a good deal, I’ll check online to make sure my deal is the best. Then I’ll call him on Monday, the full refurbishments will have to wait until Monday, because I want to make sure I have ordered and stocked the very best parts. The waiting will increase the reward, also.