It was a cheery afternoon outside the many glass windows of Curcuit City. Tom was an employee there and was more than ready to go. But as uhe usually did at about closing time, he was stuck with an unusually choosy customer.
"Well sir" said Tom trying to sell him something fast, "When you buy this model you get a year of Comcast internet services free."
"But I like my AOL" the man protested. Tom thought he heard a squeak just then but just ignored it assuming it was a strange feedback.
He continued to try persuading the customer. "AOL is slow to connect and has bad speed." "Besides," he continued, "with AOL you're constantly getting disconec......." Tom stopped short. The man's eyes looked hollow and nonresponsive.
"Sir are you ok?" he asked. As soon as he had said that, the man's head fell suddenly from his shoulders and rolled down the aisle, stopping at a woman's feet. The woman shrieked and fell to the floor. She scurried backwards on all fours trembling and muttering something about a yellow blur.
No one understood the man's death. The woman was certain that she had seen a yellow blur go directly beside the man's head moments before it fell off. Several customers reported hearing a high-pitched squeak at about the same time. The most unusual part was the straight yellow line that went along the bottom edge of the severed head.
