An elderly man with watery blue eyes asked me if I liked origami. I replied yes, but that I wasn't very good. He laughed, pulled out the dollar bill that I had just given him back in change and proceeded to begin folding it. His adult son stood next to him, not embarrassed, but rather as a weathered spectator who had seen this happen before. The old man kept instructing me as he folded and creased his way to what turned out to be a little shirt. He winked, set it on the counter and walked off smiling with his son.
