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Us, Introverted
Us introverted I had a snack bar I saw myself as the “Main Host” talking to people being verbose and popular something I was not patently cut out to be. On an opening day, I hoped no one would come and if someone let it be one at a time, no such luck, many came buying soft drinks and burgers I smiled and smiled, spoke gibberish and hoped the customers would leave; haven’t they a home to go to? Bothering me with natter. When the café was full, I left the counter hiding in a corner, wishing I had a Valium. I looked up in the phone book to see if there was a club for the insanely shy people could go there had been such a club, but naturally, no one came they were lurking outside, thinking of going in but feared there might be many people I knew of a man who had a used furniture shop when customers came, he hid in a wardrobe until They, thinking the shop was empty; needless to say he couldn’t pay the rent. After days of suffering at the hands of my phobia I got a woman to front the counter while I cooked and cleaned the dishes. No, I’m not the “Main Host,” we can’t all become what we dream of becoming.
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