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?”
Ha! My favorite was when I was in Mexico and an American screamed at the top of his lungs, “Why doesn’t anyone speak English here!”
Duh–you’re in Mexico!