Attendant is becoming so old, so unfiltered, it is often extremely near his lips what he thinks; and what he thinks, in this case, is that this customer he doesn’t know very nearly resembles one that he does; and only narrowly does he manage not to say it.

Attendant confronting smiling optimistic face of courteous young man. Never was I this enthusiastic, he thinks. Didn’t care about colorful or nice things, or fashionable or delicious things but had a preference for the grim and enduring– what is wrong with me.

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