I recently received a text from TLO head-honcho Patrick telling me about this convenience store somewhere in Oklahoma City that not only promised smokes and beer, but hot food as well, suggesting that I should look into it, knowing how obsessive I am about championing these typically destitute places.
I think I may have finally met my match.
It was sometime in the afternoon when I stopped by, as cars were not only rounding the building and its decorative signage of various smokables, but a constant clientele of on-foot patrons that kept the door of the place open. At first, it seemed welcoming to me.
As I took a few pictures of the outside, a skinny customer with an angry face was staring at me, following me around, beaming with rage. While nothing new, when I went inside the store, he followed me in and tracked every single one of my steps closely. I turned around to look at him, sure I was going to get stabbed in my ample gut, but he backed off.
As he did though, he shouted to the employee behind that counter that I was not only a cop, but was illegally taking pictures. Without hearing me out, a few patrons quickly shuffled out while the clerk got incredibly antsy, as the skinny dude came up to me again, obviously tweaking.