Creeping on the Creeps

This is my last week creeping on the Pretzel stand before I change venues.
I have learned by this point that pretty much everyone here loves Pretzels from Greasy Petes, and that there is really no specific kind of person that shows up for food. Hairspray and her crew where here again today, only this time Hairspray drifted by casually as Beardie was not on shift. She checked, though. She most certainly checked.
Her friends must know she has a crush on him too, because they wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she walked away, perhaps dejected. Sooner or later she'll get over him. So far in the study, she and her obsession with beardie are really the only pattern I've seen establish between people, with the exception of the complaints of females and the positioning of Greasy Pete's in relation to Overpriced and Overpadded.
There was one character that stuck out particularly in my mind though. He was a tall gentleman, had to be at least six feet five inches easily. He was dressed nicely, though not in any particular work uniform. It was obvious to me by his hair cut and by the way he stood that he must have been employed in the military. Growing up in a Military household, you can spot someone who is enlisted a mile away. He was waiting in line at Greasy Pete's, and once he had received his order sat casually next to me, watching the Greasy Pete's as well. He looked tired, as if he hadn't been sleeping much. I didn't think anything of it at first, until he cleared his throat and politely asked, "So... what are we looking at?"
I guess I was more obvious than I thought.
I looked at him in confusion. He sort of laughed at me and ate his pretzels. It was obvious that he was amused, though I wasn't sure why.
Turns out he had been coming down to the mall for the past few weeks putting in applications and checking on them, as his separation date was coming up. I was right about my military assumption.
Secretly I did a victory dance in my head.
He didn't offer a reason as to why he was separating, but based off of how tired and worn he looked and how he sat to baby his back, I could only guess that he had been through enough and it was time to finally let it go.
He had been watching me watch the Pretzel place.
At first when I figured this out I was a little alarmed. Its a little creepier being creeped on as opposed to being the one doing the actual creeping.
I guess he sensed that I was a little nervous and he laughed, telling me that he wasn't stalking me or anything. He had just applied to the Jewelers  across the way which we'll name, "In Case you Messed Up Bad." They had been asking him to come back and fourth for paperwork and the only time he could make it was over the weekend as he had to work during the week still.
I explained to him what I was doing, and he listened. The rest of the time we sat next to each other in an half awkward half comfortable silence.
During this time, nothing new happened at Greasy Pete's. Frizz wasn't there, I guess they finally gave her a break. Blondie was, though, and he was awkwardly trying to take her place. It was like watching a baby deer or a baby horse try to walk for the first time. Both Buzz Cut (the military guy) and I were quick to notice that it wasn't hard to fluster him at all, especially if you were of the female gender. He wasn't as graceful as Frizz at coxing people in to buy pretzels, but he tried... bless his heart.
Just before my hour was up, Buzz Cut yawned and stretched, crumpling his empty pretzel container in is hand and tossing it into a nearby bin. He hardly had to try as he was so tall and his limbs were so long. He nudged me gently and stood. He left me with these parting words.
"Good luck, Creeper."
With that he walked casually back towards "In case you messed up bad." I figured he must have been getting his things to leave.
I also noted that it was probably my time to do the same thing. Someone that didn't even work at the place had branded me a creep, so I took it as a sign from the universe that it was time to move on to my next venue and a call it good with Greasy Pete's.
I noted down the last of my notes and stood, yawning and stretching just as Buzz Cut had. It was time to go home.
Perhaps next week I'll make my way down to the snow cone place.