I’ve noticed this gentleman quite often in the store. He is a frailish, gaunt person, shy and quiet for the most part. Sometimes, when he writes he grips his pen very tightly and with his head down, seems to wrap himself around the implement as if the most important thing in the world is to keep it upright and moving in the right direction.
Today he is restrained and yet bouncing around like a bobble head, quietly and energetically singing along with the radio. I thought it was a radio, but it was only him.