The window washer came in way early, before the store got crowded. We started talking:
Him: I just have an addictive personality. I was on drugs for a long time, you know? But now I’m clean.
Me: That’s great.
Him: Yeah, and then it was gambling… since I was clean I got this job and I didn’t know what to do with all the money I was getting so I just went to the casino. It was stupid.
Him: So I quit gambling.
Him: Now I’m really addicted to end-times prophecies. Like, doomsday stuff. You think zombies don’t exist? Wait until some cataclysmic event happens and those junkies haven’t had a fix in a few days. I’ve got a 3-bedroom apartment. One for me, one for canned food, and one for ammo.
Me: Yeah! Yeah… I mean… you’ve gotta be ready.