Stopped in for propane on the way back from tennis. I was surpised to see a seemingly middle class white guy buying a Coke Zero, ice cream, and a foot long slim jim, right at noon on a Sunday. I'm guessing he wasn't married.
Even more surprising, a hard copy of the conspiracy-theory, Trump-loving Falun Gong newspaper The Epoch Times was for sale by the door. Who even knew that rag had a print edition? But the fact that one can buy one at the register right here in Chapel Hill was most surprising.
There was a guy out front in clean late model Jordans, listening to tunes on his smart phone, complaining about how hot it was. The first time I walked past him he asked for a cigarette. The second time he askedfor a dollar. I didn't bother responding.
David, the guy who took care of me at the register and came out and got me the propane tanks, was super polite and pleasant.
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