The paramedic didn't leave, even after getting his jerky and soda from the old coot.  If anything, he dawdled even more, and Karen caught a couple of glances from the man.  He wasn't particularly handsome, looked like he needed a shave and maybe a good night's rest, and wasn't quite as subtle about noting her position as he hoped.<br/><br/>On the other hand, his presence kept the old coot from saying anything inappropriate, and for a change the elderly clerk did his best to avoid staring at her boobs.  Only when she paid for her purchase did the paramedic nod once and head for the door...narrowly missing the teenaged girl with the green hair and black hoodie who ducked in out of the sudden downpour outside, giggling like she was stoned out of her gourd.<br/><br/>The clerk sucked in a breath and started yelling at the girl, mostly variations on the 'get your butt out of my store, you little hooligan".  These curses had little effect on the teen, who brushed past Karen and headed toward the rear of the store.<br/><br/>"I catch you stealing beer again I'm calling the fucking cops, you little bitch!"<br/><br/>"Get stuffed, gramps!  I just gotta use your back door!"<br/><br/>The girl ducked through the 'employees only' door...<br/><br/>"I think she got your wallet," the paramedic chuckled.