Wednesday is the day the new comics come in. I get to work an hour and a half before the store opens and put out all the new issues, file away all the issues that the subscribers have ordered, and skim over the comics that I think people are going to ask about.
Once the store opens, it's usually non-stop until I have to leave for my other job (waiting tables on poetry night).
During the midst of a particular rush, one of my coworkers was talking with a regular, and another apparent regular was staring transfixed at a display behind the counter.
"Hey, you should help him." My coworker said. "Be careful, though, he's Deaf."
Careful? I spent nearly an entire semester studying Deaf Education in college, and had many Deaf friends throughout high school and college. I can't fathom why anyone would need to be careful around Deaf people.
"hi - ¿help you?" I signed.
"Motherfucking piece of shit. Give me a goddamned" Bark "Magic card pack."
I flinched a little bit, but got the man his Magic cards, rang up the sale, and gave him his receipt.
Bark "Thank you." He said.
I walked over to my coworker. "When you said he was Deaf, did you mean to say he had Tourette's?"
He smiled. "Oh yea. Deaf. Tourette's. I always confuse the two."
I can't figure out whether he's incredibly stupid, or fucking with me.