You don't KNOW ME!

So I go to the Stop and Stab the other day on a beer/cigarette run for the folks hanging out. It's right by my house, so its an easy stop at like midnight. On a 'weekday'.

Anyway, the guy running the store is a modest Indian guy with a lot of class and is normally very nice. He must think I'm the biggest alcoholic and that I chain smoke two different flavors of cigarettes at once, as often as I'm there.

But the guy says, "see ya tomorrow." on my way out the door, and I was just like "pssh!! Whatever how could he possibly predict THAT!" in my head. I got all indignant, thinking, "you act like I drink everynight or something, GAH. You don't know me, fool, I might be going to yoga or pilates tomorrow, I mean, it could happen."

But, about two milliseconds later, I realized he's probably right. And he was. Such is life when you're this close to the store, and on the brink of self-destruction.