He told his friend that he loved tap dancing. What an old-schooled idiot with no proper desires who should cut his legs off and throw them on the street to perform tap dance in front of children.
"You're... You're so tall." He looked up at me and saw the name tag on my uniform. "Your name is Craycray, yes?"
"...YEAH!!"
He and his friend flinched from my "yeah." What was wrong with them?
"Oh... Heh heh, that's a cute name."
...
"HE LIKES ME!!" I stared dumbfoundedly at the auto door. That HUNG left. I knew he's hung because all handsome men have bull sausages, even though I've never seen one.
My colleague, Palakala, stared at my stare at the hung speechlessly as he put the stocks on the convenience store racks.
"Palakala?"
"...Again, my name is not—"
"LAST TIME YOU FARTTED, YOU MADE PALAKALA SOUNDS, YOU PRICK!!"
"WHO THE HELL NAMES PEOPLE BY THAT, YOU HEADCASE!!"
"Anyway, can you teach me tap dance?" I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette section behind me.
"I never tap danced."
"Go learn it, idiot." I unpacked the pack.
"...So, I can teach you afterward?" Palakala watched every move of mine.
"Tsk…" I put a stick in my mouth and grabbed the lighter from the expensive lighter box. "If you know what I meant, can't you skip the confirming question mark and just do it?"
Palakala left the stock box on the ground and walked to me with a grumpy face. I was just blowing out a ball of smoke in the staff uniform behind the store counter, using whatever was available in the store. Why did he look angry?
He, without a word, pressed a button on the counter that made a ring. Then, the owner ran out of the storage room.
"YOU!!"
"Him?"
"HER!!" Palakala pointed at my mouth, which blew smoke onto his face. "She's smoking the cigarette from the store again! In the store!!"
"Craycray, are you crazy!?" The owner shouted and sprinted 126.7902 km/h at me.
"Wait! Let me take two more draws!!" I quickly jumped over the counter that concealed my eighteen years of martial arts training to face this monster.
The moment he stopped before me, he raised his palm and slapped down. I dodged easily by slide-tackling through his crotch. Then, my karate chop slashed down onto Palakala.
"WHY ME!?!?!?!?!?" Palakala collapsed, and the owner checked on him.
"I can't hit my precious dad." I shrugged.
"And Dad told you to follow the store's rules!!" The owner, my dad, scolded.
"WAHHH!!" I burst out in tears and kneeled on the floor with that cigarette hanging in my mouth. They panicked at this daily scene in the convenience store. "I was just…sniff… I was just frus…frustrated that what I desire seems so close…sniff…yet so far."
"Wha... What do you desire?"
...
"Learn…tap dance...sniff..."
An unnecessary silence flew past as if what I said was surprising. My tears already covered my face and wetted my shirt. Shit that this uniform wouldn't go transparent when wettened, or I could go flash men on the street so they must have sex with me for seeing my almost naked bosom.
"Tap dance, huh?"
"Yes."
I could tap dance on nails so that hung could lick my bloody feet, because all hungs are masochists. I'm germophobic, so I wouldn't allow that hung to leave before my feet are clea…
"Sorry, Simon," my dad said to that Si-something-Mon called Palakala. "My daughter is not…uh… You know… Normal."
"WHAT!?" I yelled out a C#6 note.
"I know. I'm used to it."
"What do you mean I'm not normal!?!?" I screamed and pouted. Then, I ran out of the store with tears streaming past the corners of my eyes. "If I'm not normal, then y'all aren't normal!!"
My name is Craycray, and I failed to learn tap dance today.