The
Conoco is NOT a Bank
So I stop into the Concoo on North 183 in some town outside of Lampasas
to get a cappuccino. I have no idea why people spend an arm and
a leg on Starbucks coffee. I am decidedly NOT a coffee drinker and
I have fallen in LOVE with the Folger's French Vanilla cappuccino,
available at your local convenience store. The large size only costs
$1.07, with tax! And I guarantee it will keep you alert at the wheel.
It works for me, and I'm the girl who can sleep after a 6-pack of
Dr. Pepper.
I
walk up to the counter with my precious cappuccino and find a
teenager with dyed-blonde hair (ala The Backstreet Boys) counting
out change. But he's not just counting out a couple bucks. He's
cashing in 17 dollars' worth of change. He and his buddy behind
the counter (who's wearing a camouflaged shirt with the words,
"I'm standing right here in front of you. You just can't
see me." Clever, buddy. Clever.) are busy making little piles
of silver. Meanwhile, seven people have joined the line behind
me.
"Heh,
dude, I'm totally gonna hunt your ass down if this isn't right,"
Camou tells his little friend.
I'm
about to hunt both your asses down. WHY are you bringing all this
change to the Conoco? WHY don't you have a bank, Backstreet Boy?
WHY don't you go to the grocery store, where they feature the
Coinstar system? WHY is Camou actually obliging this idiot?
By
the time Backstreet Boy grabs his 17 bucks and departs, there
are nine people in line. Convenience store, my ass.
-Shakira
05.02.03
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