By the third week, its tradition; every Friday, Rico drops by during Aarons lunch break to deliver good foodstuffs and a half-hours respite from the Evils of Customer Service. This Friday is no different, dragging by with as much speed as a sedated three-legged puppy. Aarons eyes are more often on the clock than on inventory, which is probably why he spends the better part of his morning retagging a huge pile of womens size 10 fleece pullovers. Its almost noon- alllllmost noon- and hes in the front of the store, changing a mannequins outfit when Rico finally arrives, in full Rico fashion.
Im here! he announces to Aaron and half the store. (How he always manages to sneak in without Aaron seeing him first is a true mystery.) Hes got a bag in his hands and seems ready to present his findings to Aaron when he notices the other man is undressing a female mannequin. And, seeing as Rico has the maturity of a co