Short Story #2

             This is the second edition of the series "Short Stories," where I write a short story about anything. You can find the first one here.The topics can range from sci-fi to a real story that happened to me. I hope these short stories brighten your day and keep you occupied with a dying form of entertainment, literature. This specific story is a true story, something that happened to me a few days ago when I tried to sell some baseball coupons in front of a grocery store.  

             For baseball, I need to fund raise to be on the team. I have to sell 10 coupon packs for 20$ each. Most people are not going to want to buy these unless they are relatives or close friends. Having only sold three, I rode my bike to the local grocery store to try and sell some to shoppers. After locking up my bike, I walked to where I would sell the coupons. I went past a homeless person glaring at me as I sat my backpack down. I proceeded to spend 15 minutes asking people if they would like to buy some coupons. Not a single person bought any, and so, being more determined to sell any, I became more aggressive. Then things got weird. The homeless man says to me in a grumpy tone, "Hey kid. Do you mind moving? I'm trying to make a few bucks to live off of." Being the wuss that I am, I move my location down the strip mall a few stores.
            After standing around not even seeing anyone, a lady comes and asks me if the homeless man was giving me any trouble. I said he asked me to move, and then a man from the pizza place comes out and tells me I have a right to be there, the homeless man does not. Fueled with a new confidence, I walk to behind the post where the homeless man is. I start trying to sell the things behind his back, literally. After one sales pitch, I was left standing in a spot where the homeless man could see me. He looked over at me, and he had a mad look on his face, one that made me feel that he didn't like me. A security guard then comes along and tells the man to move. When he moves, I move, going back to my original position. The man, walking away, looks back at me, glaring. I smile, and tip my hat towards him, causing him to turn around and walk away. After another 30 minutes of selling nothing, I decide to leave.
            I unlock my bike, and while doing so, notice a man with a long ponytail sitting on a bicycle, his back perfectly straight. He is not moving at all, and even after unlocking my bike he is still perfecly still. Then I notice it, the video camera on his bike, pointing straight to the entance of the grocery store. Startled, I ride my bike to try and find the security guard I saw earlier. I cannot find her, so I decide to leave as fast as I can, before the man on the bike spots me. I ride home, upset about not selling any coupons, hoping I will be able to sell them by the deadline.