My Past Needs a Silkwood Shower

Convenience Store Clerk: [having not seen me in ages]  “Good morning!”

Me: [realizing I’ve left my wallet in the car] “Hello! I’ll be right back.”

Convenience Store Clerk: [sympathetically] “Do you need beer?”

Me: “Um… what?”

[He gestures to the clock behind the counter. It’s 11 a.m. In Texas, it’s illegal to sell alcohol before noon on Sundays.]

Me: “OH. No, I don’t. I just forgot my wallet.”

Convenience Store Clerk: “…Oh. Okay!”

And you know what’s fucked up? I haven’t shopped at this particular establishment in years. Years.

Reputations are sometimes very hard to scrub off.

4 thoughts on “My Past Needs a Silkwood Shower

    1. Quite possibly, although he definitely recognized.

      Speaking of, at some point remind me to tell you about the Walgreens cashier who quietly suggested I get sober while ringing me up.

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