I stopped in at the ghetto 7-Eleven before band practice the other night. I needed my Diet DP fix for the evening. While I was checking out, I noticed a customer counting out $100 bills to the lady at the register next to me. The guy had a 16-slice package of Kraft cheese on the counter and mentioned something about pump 1.She counted them back to him while I glanced at the register total of $951.72. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to spend nine hundred and fifty one dollars at 7-Eleven!
I thought maybe he had filled all his buddies' cars with gas or that I would find a tractor-trailor somewhere near. But no. I glanced at his gas total as I rushed back to my car. It was $11 or so.
If it hadn't been such a scary location, I might have stuck around to ask questions. But it's a place my husband would not appreciate me lingering after dark, so I scurried off to practice - still befudled.
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