No, none for you!

I have an old story that has been in my head for a few days now. I had forgotten the event even happened, I am not sure how I could have forgotten as every time I pass the freaking store I say “Oh hell no! I will not shop there ever!”

No really, I have not set foot in a Circle K in over 20 years. I refuse to give them my money after the way they treated me. I can not/will not ever forgive them.

It all starts off at our local shop. It used to be Hanshaw’s, that’s the one I stole the beer from, It had been bout out by Circle K. Now it was brightly lit, clean and last but not least did not have dust on their products. All these changes seemed to happen over night. But there it stood. I could now play Dragons Layer all night long… Ah It was a grand time to be me… Soda, chips, what ever I wanted was right there 24 hours a day 7 days a week.


Well turns out my fortune would soon come crashing down around my ears… I would soon learn what sacrifice was all about…

I was standing in the store with my soda that I just paid for, minding my own business, watching a friend try to beat my score on Zaxon… I was the master of Zaxon and several other games of little fame. When I was grabbed by my collar dragged to the door and forcible remove from this fine establishment. I turned around to see one of the clerks purple faced and glaring at me. So I had to ask: What the hell man? What the hell was that for?

All he said was to never come back… never come back? But… where would I get my soda? My cigarettes? My chips? Where? 7-11 was miles away… I was saddened. I was hurt… My paradise lost… heaven on earth… PooF! Gone… no more.

Well I never did find out what they thought I had done but I was told I could come back to the store. Well I was still a little pissed but ok, I figured I would get over it soon enough.

Well a week later Tony, Sean, and I are drinking and Tony decides he wants a Hershey bar, so off we go. We hop the wall, and head on in. Same guy who threw me out was working. No surprise really, we head in, I get my stuff, and Tony gets his candy bar, Hershey’s with almonds. Sean got his Frisco Burger… I will tell you about that in another post, Well Tony is first in line and the clerk looks at him and says ninety cents please… we all stopped. And it went from there:



Tony: Sorry?

Clerk: Ninety cents

Tony: For?

Clerk: the candy…

Tony: I only have one…

Clerk: yes ninety cents

Tony: But the sign says forty five cents

Clerk: for the small ones…

Tony: but this is small

Clerk: no it is big

Me: No it is the small one…

Clerk: No it is big ninety cents…

Tony: … you are wrong….

Clerk: I AM NOT!

Me: (after getting a regular Hershey bar} is this a small one?

Clerk: Yes, forty five cents…

Me: I don’t want to buy it, I want to show you, this one weighs more than that one…

Clerk: Yes…

Me: then how can it be a large one?

Clerk: Because of the nuts…

Tony: Because of the NUTS? You’re nuts…

Me: That is just crazy…

Clerk: GET OUT OF STORE!

And I never went back... And this really was not a scrifice...

You know who sacrificed? Our Vets, Thank you one and all for service to your country! We owe you big time!