I just quickly drove down to the circle K to get two of my favorite drinks. As I walked into the door, two humongous black ladies were arguing over what kind of potato chips to get. The clerk rolled her eyes in impatience as I went and fixed my two fountain drinks.
“You always get the salt and vinegar chips,” one lady said to the other.
“I am getting sour cream and onion chips this time,” one of the party decreed.
They huffily stepped up to the counter to pay as I patiently waited behind them. One girl pulled a $5 dollar bill out of her bra.
“Now, that is classy,” I thought to myself amused as I looked on upon the proceedings.
The two quarreling ladies made me crave some sour cream and onion chips as well. That was my impulse buy for the night.