A few words from me, first.
Brother Todd, sad to say, is just the name I call him by. While it is technically his name, his given name is Jason, which most humans call him.
Currently he is employed at DREAD WAL-MART as a photo tech. On lunch, he heads to the near by Subway, which is where this short tale takes place.
Now that the exposition is done, here’s Todd:
So I get to the check out, and the guy asks me if I work for Wal Mart. I just saw him lose a battle of wits to a sandwich, so I refrain from telling him I’m on the way to a fancy dress party and opt to tell him I’d feel silly wearing the lab coat if I wasn’t.
When I handed him my debit card he asked me if my name was really Jason. I told him I only go by Jason to hide [f]rom the mafia. I don’t know if he believed me.
Just in case anyone ever thinks I’m too mean to him…