Numerology

My numbers were: 3.15 (dollars I made per hour) and 140 (pounds I weighed).

The store manager told me and Marcus (3.15/130) to wait outside the exit.

He pointed to a man sneaking around. “That guy’s been stuffing food and wine in his pants. We need to detain him.”

“That guy’s” numbers were probably zero and 350.

Marcus and I could do math.

We waited outside, hands in pockets. The man exited with armfuls of food.

“Sir. Can you follow us to the manager’s office?”

He glared at us and walked to his car. Marcus shouted, “Have a good day!”

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Illustration by Steve Spetseris