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Scenes from a Gas Station Deli at 3:31 am
Cute Girl [1] was still fighting for her subs to be made, I was still
standing in line browsing a magazine when a girl, maybe mid 20s walks up,
carrying a case of beer. “Excuse me,” she said. “Are you in line?”
I look up. “Yes.” I now notice that her dress is a thin nearly translucent
material and that she isn't wearing much else. Somewhat cute.
“Excuse me,” she said. This time to the guy behind the counter. “Excuse me?”
He finally clues in that someone else is calling for his attention and stares
at her. “Where is the wine?” He just stands there in incomprehension. “Wine!”
This time Cute Girl interceeds. “Wine!” she said, louder so that he could
understand English better. He finally clues in, and points to a set of
coolers on the other side of the store.
It's by this time I realize this newcomer is rather tipsy, because I had been
standing in front of a rack of wine all this time.
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