Bobby and the Bedouins
by Tom Lichtenberg
Copyright 2010 by Tom Lichtenberg
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You do things differently when you're a mute security guard. You have to. People don't naturally have your respect. Now I use a whistle. Before I would just kind of go and maybe tap them on the shoulder if they were doing something they shouldn't be. People didn't react too well to that. People don't always appreciate being touched by strangers, especially big scary-looking ones. I can't help it if I'm six four, two forty and built like a rock. Also, I'm half-Japanese half-Mexican and look like a samurai bullfighter. My name is Pablo Yokimura. I always wore a little sign around my neck explaining my inability to speak, but when they were shouting at me and I wasn't saying anything back the shoplifters got even madder, especially since most of them didn't understand sign language. Once or twice a fight broke out. The fights were over quickly, but my dad (his name's Hiroshi) said it wasn't working out and so he fired me.