My, but the store is warm tonight. The door has beeped: three meek chirps signaling my entrance. Hello, Mabel. How was your shift? Has the store been busy? You were hoping that I would come in early. You need a bathroom break. Well, rest easy my friend. You’re deliverance is here.
The stool behind the register is open. I think I shall sit and ponder.
Oh, sweet Mini Mart! Oh place of my employment- with your erratic central air and walls covered in many-holed display board! You have so many things, and yet there is room for more. Gas and groceries and cigarettes and 3.2 beers!
And what would the good citizens from the south side of Staples, Minnesota do without you, Mini Mart? Where would they go when the Old Gold’s run out? Where would they take their kids to pay for handfuls of gummy worms with pennies and nickels? Where would they go to buy a 12 pack of beer that will get them kind of drunk? Across the tracks? I think not. You are their bastion; their sanctuary; their shining citadel on this side of the tracks.
Hello, Duane. How are you my good man? Let me ring you up and send you on your way so that you may enjoy this beautiful day. What do you have? A twelve pack of Mountain Dew and seven king size Twix bars. A king’s feast, for sure. What’s that? No, I’m afraid you can’t pay for the Kools with food stamps. I know it’s not fair. Of course you can pay with dimes. I am here all night. Do you need a little bag?
Welcome all in the midst of a nicotine fit! Welcome all in need of a giant can of something to keep them awake for the last twenty miles of driving! Welcome the thirsty, the hungry, and those who really need to pee! Welcome all! I’ll be here.
I’ll be here on this stool for the next seven hours.
The stool behind the register is open. I think I shall sit and ponder.
Oh, sweet Mini Mart! Oh place of my employment- with your erratic central air and walls covered in many-holed display board! You have so many things, and yet there is room for more. Gas and groceries and cigarettes and 3.2 beers!
And what would the good citizens from the south side of Staples, Minnesota do without you, Mini Mart? Where would they go when the Old Gold’s run out? Where would they take their kids to pay for handfuls of gummy worms with pennies and nickels? Where would they go to buy a 12 pack of beer that will get them kind of drunk? Across the tracks? I think not. You are their bastion; their sanctuary; their shining citadel on this side of the tracks.
Hello, Duane. How are you my good man? Let me ring you up and send you on your way so that you may enjoy this beautiful day. What do you have? A twelve pack of Mountain Dew and seven king size Twix bars. A king’s feast, for sure. What’s that? No, I’m afraid you can’t pay for the Kools with food stamps. I know it’s not fair. Of course you can pay with dimes. I am here all night. Do you need a little bag?
Welcome all in the midst of a nicotine fit! Welcome all in need of a giant can of something to keep them awake for the last twenty miles of driving! Welcome the thirsty, the hungry, and those who really need to pee! Welcome all! I’ll be here.
I’ll be here on this stool for the next seven hours.
1 comment:
OMG the 1st time I saw the picture I didn't even notice the mini you inthe ear....its pretty freaky the second time! I scared myself and peed a little.
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