He was known as the Radio Shack Guy. Richard Burbon, a middle aged, sickly looking sales clerk with thinning spindly hair and rampant acne, knew more about electronic devices than anyone in the store. It was a point of pride that he could speak knowledgeably and confidently about every product, especially obscure ones.
But every day after work, as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, he wondered if this was his true purpose, if instead he could become a rodeo clown. Each night he swore he’d look for a training course tomorrow.
But that particular tomorrow never came.
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