The automatic doors did not open immediately, but seemed to pause and consider the visitors waiting at the threshold first. After several minutes, the glass panel shuddered and cracked, sliding slowly open. Having been deemed worthy by the electric bouncer, Dasad and I rapidly passed into the Best Buy and past the greeter before the machine changed its mind. Walking out of habit to the New Release stack, I pointed out a few titles but met with no reaction. My reticent companion had kept to himself for much of the afternoon, which suggested some work-related problem, failed romance or indigestion. Either way time would work out the truth.
“You know, Murph,” he said to me as I checked the price tag of a Ben Hur Blu-Ray, “so much of your religion seems situated around full heads of hair and long-flowing locks. Did you ever think about that?” Continue reading