north carolina 1:1
We walked into a convenience store called Jumbo's, and Jumbo stood up maybe six-nine to welcome us. He had no shirt on, and his nose was bleeding, a heavy-cocaine-use look about him. He took out the gun from below the register. See this gun? he said. I admitted I did see it. It was massive, blunt, shaking in his hand. The kids were crowding behind me by themselves. I always take it out when a new customer comes in, he said. Them your kids? I don't let kids in unaccompanied. They're mine, I lied for their protection. Where could I find your selection of snack items? I said. He lifted a bag of chips from under the counter with his free hand. These do? he said. That'll be fine, how's sour cream and banana flavor, I called to the kids. They did not answer. On the house, I can't get rid of them, said Jumbo. Thanks for stopping, come on back. I will, I said. I'd been having unfortunate experiences in convenience stores, but I was drawn to them. For the convenience, I suppose, the free potato chips.
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