a regular came in today while the store was empty.
he got his usual coffee and came to the counter.
"over a million people are off of unemployment today." he informed.
"Oh? Why's that?" i wasn't listening, just counting out his change with my head down.
"they passed a bill that didn't grant them another extension. went into effect midnight last night."
i looked up, handing out his change. 3.95.
" so you'd better put on your bullet proof vest."
he left.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
old gold
old gold is what I call a man who buys the old gold cigarettes.
he's short, thin, wears a blue jean jacket. a fluffy white beard and medium length pure white hair. parted down the middle. sad, sad eyes.
today i saw him outside of work. we pulled up next to each other at a stop light.
"hey how are you today?" he said.
"fine. how are you?"
"just fine."
the light turned green.
he's short, thin, wears a blue jean jacket. a fluffy white beard and medium length pure white hair. parted down the middle. sad, sad eyes.
today i saw him outside of work. we pulled up next to each other at a stop light.
"hey how are you today?" he said.
"fine. how are you?"
"just fine."
the light turned green.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
$6.66 $9.11 and $4.19
every time these prices show up on the digital display, the customer has to buy one more thing.
"i can't pay that."
i always thought it was kinda cool when the price was $6.66.
i just like the numbers.
when the price comes up to $4.19, i have the urge to tell them it's police code for a dead body. especially cops. but i don't want them to have to buy another thing because the kid behind the counter watches too much csi.
"i can't pay that."
i always thought it was kinda cool when the price was $6.66.
i just like the numbers.
when the price comes up to $4.19, i have the urge to tell them it's police code for a dead body. especially cops. but i don't want them to have to buy another thing because the kid behind the counter watches too much csi.
one legged man from vegas
once in mid afternoon, the store was empty save for me.
a tall man with long orange frizzy hair, a beard and one leg came in.
it stopped about mid thigh and continued on lieutenant dan style as a long metal rod.
"can you check this for me, bud?" he'd said, leaning heavily on the non-leg to place a lottery ticket on the counter.
he swiped his hand through his mess of hair. waiting.
he'd won $7.00.
"Really?" he was excited. never had one of my customers been so overjoyed at such a meager winning.
"i've lived in vegas all my life and never won nothin'. i come here and win seven dollars." he smiled.
a tall man with long orange frizzy hair, a beard and one leg came in.
it stopped about mid thigh and continued on lieutenant dan style as a long metal rod.
"can you check this for me, bud?" he'd said, leaning heavily on the non-leg to place a lottery ticket on the counter.
he swiped his hand through his mess of hair. waiting.
he'd won $7.00.
"Really?" he was excited. never had one of my customers been so overjoyed at such a meager winning.
"i've lived in vegas all my life and never won nothin'. i come here and win seven dollars." he smiled.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
i could handle the counter part
today a man with black stitches in his ear said this.
he went on to say, ' but the coffee part. i don't think i could handle the coffee part.'
weird. i always felt the opposite.
he went on to say, ' but the coffee part. i don't think i could handle the coffee part.'
weird. i always felt the opposite.
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