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I just ran over to 7/11 a little while ago ( I know I know...but I had a sudden craving for raspberry sherbert, even if it was 11:30pm ). Now, I've discovered over the years in Vancouver that nothing good EVER comes from making a run to 7/11 after 10pm anywhere in the city. Without fail something seems to happen every time I make a late night run. I could fill a few pages with the stories. ><
So I'm at the counter getting my stuff ringed up and this grubby unshaven guy in a hooded sweatshirt comes in. With the hood up obviously. Because nothing in the world screams SUSPICIOUS like a guy that keeps his hood up and his hands in the front pocket of his hooded swear after walking into a store. Especially when its not raining outside and its a balmy summer night.
Anyway, he wandered around for a bit then went for the door. Now, NO ONE bothers to go to 7/11 at 11:30pm to not buy anything. So he has shoplifter written all over him. The clerk yells at him to stop and the guy turns around and holds up an empty Big Gulp and says, and I quote:
"Mmmfghgar CRAZY CUP~!" and holds it up like a caveman thats just discovered fire. Then he turns around and leaves.
The clerk wisely doesn't follow, because frankly its not worth a 35 cent plastic cup to go outside and confront whatever insane reality that guy was living in.
Worst part? I left shortly after and saw the guy go back to his place in the apartment building directly next door to 7/11.
I guess he *really* needed a cup?
So I'm at the counter getting my stuff ringed up and this grubby unshaven guy in a hooded sweatshirt comes in. With the hood up obviously. Because nothing in the world screams SUSPICIOUS like a guy that keeps his hood up and his hands in the front pocket of his hooded swear after walking into a store. Especially when its not raining outside and its a balmy summer night.
Anyway, he wandered around for a bit then went for the door. Now, NO ONE bothers to go to 7/11 at 11:30pm to not buy anything. So he has shoplifter written all over him. The clerk yells at him to stop and the guy turns around and holds up an empty Big Gulp and says, and I quote:
"Mmmfghgar CRAZY CUP~!" and holds it up like a caveman thats just discovered fire. Then he turns around and leaves.
The clerk wisely doesn't follow, because frankly its not worth a 35 cent plastic cup to go outside and confront whatever insane reality that guy was living in.
Worst part? I left shortly after and saw the guy go back to his place in the apartment building directly next door to 7/11.
I guess he *really* needed a cup?
I AM the evil bastard!
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