Jamie only drinks 1% milk, which is unacceptable coffee creamer, so I went to the Slum Stop (Quick Stop) for some half-and-half.

All the half-and-half at the Slum Stop was expired so I walked to the gas station a few blocks down the street.

The gas station is run by a pair of Middle Eastern brothers. They know me because I’ve stopped by with Maverick a few times.

The items for sale at the gas station are usually cheaper and fresher than the Slum Stop, and I have no idea why I don’t go there first…

There was a middle aged white guy in the gas station store who let me in line first. He had a thick Minnesota accent.

I thanked him, paid for my half-and-half, and as I put my money away I heard the white guy greet the Middle Eastern clerk:

Clerk: “Hello.”
White Guy: “Hola, Como estas?”

I looked back and exchanged a knowing “bitch please” look and smirk wit the clerk.

I could hear the clerk respond as I left,

Clerk (sighing): “Fine sir. How are you?”