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This one is from vacation. I just got around to posting it.
We had been driving through Colorado and Utah all day and got to our hotel in the early evening. It was in a smaller town, so not many choices for restaurants there. We decided to go to the Subway in the gas station next door for dinner.
When we got to the register to order, there was a woman standing at the counter BSing with the Subway worker behind it. She was clad in a dingy t-shirt, sweatpants with holes and rips in them, and bare feet. Elsewhere in the gas station were three younger kids running around making mischief with not a single shoe among them either. So I'm already
over why they're in the gas station without shoes on.
We got our subs and sat down in a booth to eat. The children continued to be little hellions, running around, talking loudly, banging into displays and knocking things down. I could see a clerk from a pizza place in the gas station draw air into his chest as to tell the children to knock it off, but unfortunately he didn't say anything. (FWIW, the race of the children and the woman at the counter, who I assumed was their mom, was different from that of the pizza place clerk).
Then the children started pulling licorice whips and big sticks of beef jerky off the racks and started hitting each other with them. Finally, the pizza place worker spoke up: "Hey, don't play with those unless you're going to buy them." They continued whipping them around for a bit, then left them on the floor.
Finally, barefoot woman at the counter finished her leisurely chat with the Subway employee, gathered up her subs and her overactive children, and they all piled into a shiny black Cadillac Escalade and left.
We had been driving through Colorado and Utah all day and got to our hotel in the early evening. It was in a smaller town, so not many choices for restaurants there. We decided to go to the Subway in the gas station next door for dinner.
When we got to the register to order, there was a woman standing at the counter BSing with the Subway worker behind it. She was clad in a dingy t-shirt, sweatpants with holes and rips in them, and bare feet. Elsewhere in the gas station were three younger kids running around making mischief with not a single shoe among them either. So I'm already
over why they're in the gas station without shoes on.We got our subs and sat down in a booth to eat. The children continued to be little hellions, running around, talking loudly, banging into displays and knocking things down. I could see a clerk from a pizza place in the gas station draw air into his chest as to tell the children to knock it off, but unfortunately he didn't say anything. (FWIW, the race of the children and the woman at the counter, who I assumed was their mom, was different from that of the pizza place clerk).
Then the children started pulling licorice whips and big sticks of beef jerky off the racks and started hitting each other with them. Finally, the pizza place worker spoke up: "Hey, don't play with those unless you're going to buy them." They continued whipping them around for a bit, then left them on the floor.
Finally, barefoot woman at the counter finished her leisurely chat with the Subway employee, gathered up her subs and her overactive children, and they all piled into a shiny black Cadillac Escalade and left.
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