He also was one of what I found to be many fans of my attire, who came in every time I worked and upon cheerily greeting me and talking about the newest book he was reading, he would make his obligatory comment about whatever I happened to have on that day.
“You look like a witch!”
“You’re a soldier today!”
“Oh! You’re a fashion model!”
“You look like you came out of ____ [insert game, book or movie title].”
“You remind me of a character from ____ [insert book name]. She’s ____ [insert description of personality/role] and I imagine that she looks just like you!”
The somewhat round, bespectacled man – I’d guess he was in his late 30s – was always wearing camouflage, and that's why I'd given him his particular moniker. I can’t recall an instance of him going without some form of cammo on his person. He also had a habit of quietly walking up behind the employees and asking them a question, thus startling more than a few. I was never taken by surprise however, as I would move rapidly around the floor and knew where all the customers and my coworkers were for the most part. I was far more likely to surprise someone myself (as I often did) rather than being taken by surprise.
Mr. Invisible was a favorite customer of mine, because he was sincerely happy about what he came to read and although I rarely followed whatever he referenced, the fact that he was so cheerful, friendly and quirky elicits a fond smile at the memory.