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I serve Ice Cream at my local Grocery Store. This weirdo, boomer-era Biker comes in it seems like every time I have a shift. He always wants Mint Chocolate Chip and would tell me he drove half an hour to get my ice cream. I always laughed it off as a joke. Then one day about three weeks ago, a little girl in a tube top came up to the counter. She was taller and starting to fill out a bit, obviously just starting puberty. She had smooth, dark skin, brown hair, vibrant green eyes. She asked me for a rubber band to fix her skateboard or something - her friend was outside watching the skateboards, another little girl, I couldn't see her really and her appearance was normal. I had to abandon the counter really quick to go find rubber bands, someone told me they're under the till, so I went halfway across the store and back to the counter and grab rubber bands.
Wouldn't you know, just as I get back to the counter, the boomer-biker who drives 30 minutes for Ice Cream is at my counter. As I approach the counter, I then see that the girl is in fact wearing a bikini. I'm not really used to seeing little girls in bikinis, and seeing it in broad daylight and in public was shocking. As I'm getting the till open for the rubber bands - which takes longer than it should because our computers are from the early 80's or something - the biker started to talk to the little girl.
"Hey there! Are you getting ice cream?"
"No, I just want a rubberband for my skateboard."
She pointed outside where, through the front window, you could see her friend.
"Oh, your skateboard? Well, that's okay, I'll buy you some ice cream. And her some too." He took out two dollars and slapped it on the counter and proudly told me, "two ice creams for these little girls, please!"
If that was the end of it, I wouldn't have cared. But then, he turned to the little girl and said "I'm your friend."
