The strangest, most emaciated man I've seen in ages walked up last night and offered a dime if I had any cigarettes. I had none.
Night before last, an ebullient eleven year old jumped around the parking, laughing uncontrollably, shouting "Hey niggaz!" at his friends, and swinging a bright yellow plastic bat at nothing in particular.
Last week, a tired ex-waitress from the Sunrise Denny's was certain I was an ex-regular-customer of hers. She lamented unspecified "errors of judgment" in her life.
Lost people regularly drive up, ask the way to Modesto or Roseville, get misdirected by the customers onto the wrong highways, and vanish into the night.
Weekly, the gruff parking lot cleaning crew comes around, with the high-pressure hoses that fill the air with a lung-grating fog, and with the dog that just will not ever stop barking, ever (I should bring Sparky those nights).
What a crowd! (And there's always the perv with the dog)
(Talking about dogs and hoses, and AM/PM customers..... : from Ubersonic at B3ta):
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