you are the adopted phillipino child of trader joe's

we have a new "quirky" regular. fat and bald with a slight queer speaking voice, one shoe soon to be opened toed, this guy comes in with a suitcase and the gift of boring gab. the thing is, his addition has just felt forced and unnatural. he's poorly written and two dimensional. we've been down this road before. where did he come from? why all of a sudden is in the store almost every day? these questions could pose an interesting mystery. instead it's like he was dropped into the narrative mid-scene with nothing to say. there he is, smelling a bit sour trying to engage customers and staff in conversation. i can't even build up a true hatred. there is nothing compelling about his presence. hopefully he'll be gone as quickly as he came, a failed attempt to keep the tj's storyline fresh. months from now someone will try to remind me and i'll have wrack my brain just to get a fuzzy picture in my head. yeah, whatever happened to that guy? he'll be sitting on a park bench thinking the very same thing.