Pit Stop
On a road trip I needed gas so I pulled over at Buckees. I got in the kolache queue after I had filled up.
Uneventful was the waiting until in walked a couple of teens. He was wearing cargo shorts and tan. She was wearing tennies and a homecoming tee. Her sleeves were rolled up and held in place by her bra straps, which she had pulled outside and over on purpose.
I saw some heads turn, but I was at the front now so I concentrated on my pastries: one apricot, one cream cheese and two pigs-in-a-blanket. Only when the wax bag was in hand did I turn to the registers and notice what everyone else already had.
On the flank of the girl’s bicep, no wait, on the flanks of both biceps, someone had drawn a swastika. In sharpie, swatstikas.
And it was like the whole store was dumbfounded. Staring at how unaware she was. At how she got some turkey jerky and a Big Red and stood in line with her boyfriend. Twisted her hair up with a jaw clip. Left a penny in the Leave-a-Penny.
What's your bodega/gas station snack?
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