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Mar. 4th, 2005 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaI was in line at CVS, and the guy in front of me was a tall cat wearing a knit hat that was a lot like a jester's cap, except it was all one color. But it had those three or four long parts with the balls on the end. He had this little cigar in his mouth, and he was peering over the counter. When the store manager came up to the register, the dude asked him for a lighter. Then he wanted to see another one. "No, the one in the middle! That's how much? $1.29? Is that a Bic? Just gimme the one in your hand. That's $1.29 too? Lemme see that. No, that's one o' them two for a dollar ones, right? Ain't y'all got any Bics? Lemme see."
All of this went on for probably two minutes. Finally, the dude took one of the lighters, lit his cigar, passed the lighter back, said, "I'll pass," and waltzed out of the store.
The funniest thing about it was the manager's reaction. He stood there, looked at me, and said: "I know that did not just happen. Man, I have seen a lot of stuff in this store, but he really got me."
I hate when people stop right by my desk and have a conversation that doesn't include me and has nothing to do with me. For the last three minutes, two people have been standing here gabbing like I'm not even here. I should jump in and tell them they don't know what they're talking about. Nah. THAT would be rude!
Even though I still have no idea what it's for, I finally got bored enough to add some actual information to my MySpace deal. Add me or friend me or sex me or whatever it is you do on that thing.
All of this went on for probably two minutes. Finally, the dude took one of the lighters, lit his cigar, passed the lighter back, said, "I'll pass," and waltzed out of the store.
The funniest thing about it was the manager's reaction. He stood there, looked at me, and said: "I know that did not just happen. Man, I have seen a lot of stuff in this store, but he really got me."
I hate when people stop right by my desk and have a conversation that doesn't include me and has nothing to do with me. For the last three minutes, two people have been standing here gabbing like I'm not even here. I should jump in and tell them they don't know what they're talking about. Nah. THAT would be rude!
Even though I still have no idea what it's for, I finally got bored enough to add some actual information to my MySpace deal. Add me or friend me or sex me or whatever it is you do on that thing.
