7-Eleven Food Stores

I like this place.
But today — I don’t know. I said hello to a black man standing outside the store and the clerk asked me, «what are you and you friend doing?»
I told him I wasn’t sure what he was talking about — but I could not help but notice that the clerk’s attention was focused on the guy outside.
«I don’t know him, can’t help you,» I told the clerk.
I watched him eyeball the guy outside. He rang me up and kept his gaze pinned on the man. I looked at the clerk while he was ringing me up and his eyes were, all of the sudden, deadlocked on me. I giggled a bit. It was all so ridiculous.
The black male outside walked in and said hello to a friend, I imagine, and seemed very personable. I walked out and drove off feeling like I was part of some bandit team, assembled to take 7 – 11 down.
Thanks for making me feel like an asshole, 7 – 11.