Every morning I go through the same routine. I get ready like you do, and leave the apartment around 6:20am-6:30am. From there I always go straight to the gas station down the street. On my way in I pass the 6-8 kids waiting for the bus. On my way out, they are always gone, like they have been abducted while I was inside.
I am the only person that goes to this store that does not buy cigarettes. I always buy the same things. I pick up the Fudge Round, put it down, pick up the Snack Cakes, and put them back. I choose the Oatmeal Cream Pie, every day. Then I go to the pop cooler. I look at the Red Bull, look at the Mountain Dew Amped, open the cooler, and pick a Diet Mountain Dew, every day. Sure, it crosses my mind to buy a Orange Mountain Dew, but those don't come in diet there, so, it's always regular.
Also, everyday, I always seem to get in this impromptu mini footrace with some hick to get to the counter. We don't bust out into a sprint or anything. But we both know what's happening. It means more to him to win than me, so I let him have his little victory.
I saw a guy with an awesome freaking mullet and mustache this morning. I wished I had my digital camera, but it is broken right now. He drove off in a Grand Prix with three shades of primer on it.
The Indian guy at the counter has gotten to know me. The lottery scratch offs do very well there, but I don't bother with them. My Cream Pie and Mountain Dew cost $1.37. He rings it up before I can set my things down. I usually have exact change.
Then I'm off to work. As long as the stupid train isn't going by.
