am/pm
spicy hot dogs, beef hot dogs, red bull, starbucks mocha frap, sour cream and onion ruffles, “bbq rib” sandwich that looks like a used maxi pad stuffed between two slices of old bread… these are the things I am forced to consume on a daily basis because the only thing really within walking distance from my office building is an am/pm.
A few blocks down there’s the deli stop, owned and operated by an adorable chinese couple. Down the other direction is a Thai place that has amazing Pad Thai. These, however, are only for special occasions when I can spare the extra minutes and the extra dollars, which is typically not the case, especially the latter.
There is a guy who works there at the am/pm, always jolly, always loud and jolly. With every purchase he says “Thank you come again” in a bad Indian accent. The dude’s white. This tongue-in-cheek tradition of his may be offensive to some, but to him it’s a breath of sanity, a grace note to brighten the dull rhythm of a slowly ticking clock.
AM PM AM PM AM PM THANK YOU COME AGAIN!
I have a few grace notes of my own, but they can only sound pretty for so long. I really need a new song………..
