Okay, so I went in at ten minutes to closing. Grabbed skittles, bubblegum, cherry chapstick, chex mix, necco wafers, nerds, a weinhardt's root beer and a red stripe regular beer, and a handful of silver-wrapped hershey kisses, and dumped it all on the counter.
The guy looked at me like I was totally crazy, and proceeded to sort my stuff and ring me up the way I usually only see him do with drunk people. Lol. So I asked him if he celebrates christmas, and he told me that yes he does, but tomorrow, not today. He said his family gathers and eats. I asked him if they hang stockings, and he cracked up like he was obviously aware of the tradition but thought it was the stupidest thing ever. I should mention that we've seen each other pretty often for years, and his english is very limited. He's nice. Very profit-oriented.
Just because he doesn't care and it's late at night on christmas eve and I was already apparently looking pretty insane, I decided to pay for the pile of candy with food stamps. Normally I'm really neurotic about them, and I only spend them on cheap and healthy food, but tonight I was James Dean, cool and living on the edge. Suck it feds, I need skittles and root beer.
