Ok We’ve been stayin in our Travel trailer on the weekends in a podunk town on my father in law’s property .  He had the “widow maker”,  has land and we can help him out while freeing up money on storage.  It’s been fun so far.  But any stop at a convenience store has me wondering, am I just that good looking or are they just that friendly?  I naturally erred on the side of caution and figured the cashiers were hitting on me.  I mean, I get it, right? Plus, I’m like the only normal dude there that’s not cousin and brother at the same time. But holy cow, on the way up I tried to buy beer and dip.  She seemed shocked I wanted a log.  I got the impression that was “high roller” wants.    Told me it’ll be cheaper if I bought 2.  No [BLEEP], you mean 2 costs less than 5?   Well I’ll be damned. So, when in Rome, I said, “Two shall suit me just fine ma’am.   Thank you for saving me a few dollars.” Not a joke, I’ll fake it til I make it!  Along with a tip of the hat!!! Then a convo ensues  about how I can save x amount and all that if I but 2 and so on.   On the way back after the weekend was over, we stop at a different place.  I get a couple Pepsi max and some slim Jim’s to tie us over on the road.  I ring up and the cashier is asking if I’ve tried the cherry vanilla Pepsi.  Well, when in Rome!!! I’ll play along!  “ no ma’am i have not, are they any good?”   When in fact I can’t stand those.  She tells me how good they are and what not.  So, I just told her that I’d have to try that next time I pass through.  Half of me misses that service, the other half missed normal [BLEEP].  The other half (yes, I’ve got three halves, it adds up trust me. ) played Right said Fred’s I’m too sexy on the way home.

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