The little food mart in the strip mall nearest my house makes its money off beer, phone cards and lottery tickets. I just popped out for a beer run, walked into the store and saw the two things I can always count on seeing in there: the two Lebanese brothers who own it watching television and speaking their native language, and a chain-smoking, 60-ish lady playing video poker.
As I walked past the counter, I saw a flash of something at eye level mere feet in front of me. I stopped in my tracks as I realized that it was a shoe. On the freshly polished floor, between the door and the beer cooler, a pasty, middle-aged guy was spinning on his upper back and shoulders in full body rock. He jumped to his feet and announced in a thick Jersey accent, "Now that's old school," before walking past me, through the parking lot and down Bernard Street.
The shopkeepers and video poker player had apparently ignored him and kept doing what they always do. I stood there blinking for a second, then made my purchase and came home.
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4 comments:
You realize that, if he's there doing that the next time you make a beer run, you have to shout "Electra Boogaloo!".
If you can't beat the system, break it.
:)
Also, you wouldn't shout "Electra..." unless the man was actually dressed as some half-assed Marvel comic character or the former Mrs. Dave Navarro. I really should hire an editor...
This convienience store has to be seen to be believed. When it is eventually closed by court order tales of it will pass into legend. Probably.
Ha! I guess you are talking about the store around the block from our house? Geoff goes there at least once a week, I'll tell him to keep an eye out for "The Spinner."
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