diares of an old navy sales associate.

his first mistake what walking into the young mans line of vision. once spotted the youngster ran forward with a swing of his fist. the impact threw him against the wall. with all the surrounding noise the growl could still be heard from behind his teeth.

the brawl continued in front of my very eyes for sometime. neither of the boys gave up. the blows kept coming.

i was in awe.

then it ended. the only way it could be ended.

the two year old boy was snatched up by his mother. he had been standing in front of a mirror. correction, he had been fighting his reflection.