August 02, 2002
They say there's a first time for everything.
I drove up to the Texaco down the street tonight, as I was getting a bit hungry. Fret not, for this is NOT the first time I've been hungry. As I was about to pull into my space, a taxi decided to drive in front of me and block the spaces while his passenger made a quick trip into the store. Fine, whatever. I grabbed a different space. I got out of my car and walked to the door. The passenger of the taxi, a Rastafarian looking fellow, got to the door first and held it open for me. I nodded, and said "Thanks."
As I made my way over to the sandwich cooler, I heard him bellow to the clerk, "I need a super pack of condoms, and I'm gonna go get some beer." I grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich, and a bottle of milk and headed to the counter. As I was paying for my items, our friend from the taxi began walking over, a 12 pack of Budweiser under his arm. Upon reaching the counter, he placed his beer down and stood uncomfortably close to me. He noticed I was paying with plastic, and said something to the effect of "Yeeeeeeaaah man you be getting the goods now and pay later. I can dig it.", and proceeded to tell me that his credit card company tore his up. He emphasized this by making a rip motion with his hands, and vocalizing a tearing sound.
I didn't bother to tell him I was using a debit card. It's 02:00 in the morning, and this dude is creeping me out as it is. I just smiled, nodded, and said "Yeah. That sucks, man."
When the cashier turned to get my receipt, our buddy here nudged my arm, and produced a little pink bag, about the size of a nickel. There was a grainy substance in the bag. Though I could not discern the contents of the bag, I knew what was going on. His best attempts at stealth weren't fooling anyone, and the clerk obviously caught on quickly. He then said "You know what I'm sayin'?", and asked how I was feeling.
I wanted to say "Look, jerkriot. I don't want your shit, so you need to just back way the hell off." With my luck, he'd probably respond with "Say WHAT?!" and plant a bullet somewhere on my person. I decided the safer response would be "I'm good. I'm doing just fine." and to put a little distance between us.
I signed for my purchase, thanked the clerk, and told the drug assclown to "take care." I considered calling the police, but he'd have been long gone in God knows what direction by the time a cruiser pulled into the Texaco.
...and I think to myself, "What a wonderful world."
(02:31)
Update: Quick update, I will be leaving for Sparta, NC. shortly. I will be gone until Sunday afternoon, at which time I will end up going to sleep. Pictures from the trip will eventually make their way on to the site, so stay tuned.
(09:09)
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