“You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here?” He pointed past the scruffy old man’s head; to the decrepit old wall, adorned with mostly empty frames. However, one held an item: a college certificate. “Isn’t that a doctorate? Really what are you doing here?” He set down a glass bottle, filled with a dark reddish color, and a candy bar onto the counter.

“You just here to gawk at an old man? You must not be from around here if you talkin’ like that ” The old geezer inquired, his annoyance clear in his tone.

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to-”

“You buyin’ just this? Either let’s finish up, or you get out of my store. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” The old man gruffed, interrupting the customer.

“I’m sorry, I just blurted that out, that wasn’t my intention. I’ve just never seen anyone with that high of a degree somewhere out here. You know, in the middle of nowhere.” A hint of sympathy crossed his voice.

“I don’t know what you want me to say to you. I’m not lookin’ for your damn empathy, or whatever you dumbasses say.” He rung up the items, not breaking eye contact with the man in front of him.

“I… I was just curious sir. I’m sorry.” A sense of nerves crossed over his mind.

“I think it’s just best you go now son. Don’t want me changing my mind on whether or not to just let it go. Now get out my damn store!” The old man bellowed. The man turned, walking to the entrance, shocked by the sudden outburst. He knew something was weird about him. That’s when a clacking noise could be heard, then a boom. A yelp of pain echoed through the empty store. He unwillingly dropped to the floor, his knee seemingly buckling under his own weight. The glass bottle crashed down, shattering on impact, spilling its contents all over the floor. He tried to get up, yet he couldn’t move his right leg. He looked back to his leg, shock rushing through his body. “Man! It’s been a while since I could do this!” A wrench met the temple of his customer, knocking the man out cold. The CCTV footage ends here.