I started calling him “Walker: Texas Stranger.” Well, because his name was Walker (turned out that was not true), he was from Texas (he said…), and he was strange. He showed up with his little sunglasses and blue eyes with a flattop and just thought he was the bees knees. Amongst his many talents one was baton twirling.
Okay, let me explain this. As a cure for boredom, which is very possible at a porn shop, I taught myself how to twirl a cane. Where did I get a cane? Well let me tell ya! There were two canes at the front counter that customers checked in and never picked up. I can just imagine some old man walking in all hunched over, finding his favorite porn, and skipping out the front door sans cane.
So Walker is watching me do this and decides to enlighten me in the ways of baton twirling. He said he did it when he was a dancer for Christina Aguilara. Yeah. He picks up the cane, spins it twice, and it flies across the counter and almost hits a customer. I told him never to do that again.
One day we had an awesome exchange about his past dance experience.
Him: “Oh, she used to be so good…” (Britney Spears was playing on the radio)
Me: “Hrrm.”
Him: “I used to dance for her.”
Me: “Uh-huh.”
Him: “She was so beautiful and loved me. So did Mariah.”
Me: “Mariah?”
Him: “Carrey. I danced for her too. She was so sweet.”
Me: “Okay.”
Him: “J-Lo wasn’t nice though.”
Me: “I’m gonna take my lunch.”
One day he was just gone. That’s when I found out his name wasn’t really Walker. Maybe he got the name because he was a drifter. Turns out he was living out of his car as well. I didn’t miss him for a second but every time I picked up that cane and started twirling it, Walker would cross my mind.
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