Last night I stopped by the Sinclair gas station for a bottle of water. The check out clerk, a woman probably in her mid-twenties, knew that I was flying home to Boston tonight and asked when I had to leave for Texas.
The thing is, I have no idea who she is. But she sure knew about me!
2 comments:
Boy, that's creepy! But Sinclair is the station with the dinosaur logo, right? Which is a great logo since we're using those dinosaur remains to fuel our cars. I went to college (one year) in a small place like that and it was just....weird. I would take walks and people were constantly pulling over and asking if I needed a ride. Uh, no. Just taking a walk. Nobody had ever heard of such a thing!
I get that all the time around here. It's not really creepy, just small-town life.
When I'd lived here for about a year, I went to the Kroger and the clerk checked something out to me without asking my name, which made a big impression on the two people with me who were visiting from Maryland!
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