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.
About Me
- TerribleClerk
- i won't tell you where or what gas station company, but i work at a convenience store. i serve the scum of the earth. sometimes.
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