Payne's was on 27th Avenue in Hampton. A tiny Greek eatery was on its left, and they were neighbored by a music store on the right. The moment I pulled into one of the parking spaces along the front, I knew I would like working there. There was a nice window display of some soccer cleats and basketball jerseys, and a jaunty little sign proclaimed that the store was "OPEN", while another shouted out that they were "Hiring Now!" I smirked to myself. 'Here's the man you're looking for,' I thought as I locked up my car. A little confidence never hurt anyway, right?
A silver bell jingled as I pushed open the door, and my eyes automatically gave the inside of the store a once-over - now, I recalled that I had come in here once to buy a pair of soccer cleats a little over three years ago. I didn
