A guy in a black fedora with a blue feather walks in with his family. A preteen daughter and a son around 15 or 16. He spends the first two minutes in the store fidgeting and blinking. He can’t seem to look at anything for more than five seconds at a time, so I’m imagining he has some sort of speed problem. And, unfortunately, the problem isn’t that he can’t get his hands on speed.
His daughter picks up an exceptionally well written middle school graphic novel called “Drama”.
Daughter: “Hey, Dad, I found this book about…”
Father, without a trace of humor: “Again with the books?” He rubs his nose.
"Why do you have to read so many books. Watch TV like a normal kid. You want people to think you’re a lesbian?"