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Time for another "Ed's got a story" about what happened in the wee hours of the night on December 11, 2017.
Y'all read it and smirk or ignore it or whatever, still gonna write it....
I was having another one of those can't sleep sort of nights that come often these days, so at 2am I decide to jump in the truck and head out in search of smokes.
Yeah, I hadn't gotten them when, you know, stores were actually OPEN or some such, of course.
I headed out, ticked off at myself - which promptly turned into "ticked off that nobody is open" as I went through town.
Nevermind that I didn't see another living soul for miles, you know....
Having checked everywhere local, I decide to head west down the 4 lane to other lands and I wind up in a town about 20 miles down where miraculously the Marathon is 24 hour.
I started the gas pump filling the truck and rounded up the poor young lady employee who was outside at 2:30am, BY HERSELF, sweeping the sidewalk.
We stepped inside and I headed to the restroom, asking her to find me some smokes while I'm in there.
When I came back out, I saw a fella probably in his late 40's had come into the store and was nervously "shopping" the candy aisle - in a tee shirt. Keep in mind, it's darn chilly that time of the morning, so that naturally caught my attention.
I looked at her and she was real nervous about him, too.
I gave her a quick wink to let her know I was on it and loudly announced "I think I need a drink, too" and headed right for the guy on my way to the cooler.
He saw me coming and gave me the stink eye.
Uh no, that won't do.
At all.
You all know me....
I struck up a conversation with him and pretty much checked him out verbally, some small talk about isn't he cold, etc. etc.
He's still not being too friendly, so I stepped up to the counter to pay for my stuff and she was looking at me like "help".
Again, I winked at her to let her know I wasn't going anywhere until HE left and she whispered a silent "thank you."
The next several minutes consisted of his giving me the stink eye, over and over, and me just grinning back at him, letting him know I had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
He finally gave up and leaves, (buying nothing) and gets in his pickup, which he had left running all that time, and slowly rolled out.
So did I, right behind him - and don't you know, I was headed the same way he was.
Well, not really, but for the next few miles I sure the hell was....
After a while, I turned around and headed back to the store.
I rolled slowly past the windows to wave at her and let her know he was gone gone.
She smiled at me real big and gave me one of those THANK YOU waves back.
It was right then that it occurred to me why I felt compelled that particular evening to take a long drive at 2am in all that dark and cold....
and it didn't have a damn thing to do with cigarettes.
He DOES dispatch us on errands sometimes, ya know.
Lesson learned, I headed for home - and I wasn't the least bit mad at anyone anymore.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Y'all read it and smirk or ignore it or whatever, still gonna write it....
I was having another one of those can't sleep sort of nights that come often these days, so at 2am I decide to jump in the truck and head out in search of smokes.
Yeah, I hadn't gotten them when, you know, stores were actually OPEN or some such, of course.
I headed out, ticked off at myself - which promptly turned into "ticked off that nobody is open" as I went through town.
Nevermind that I didn't see another living soul for miles, you know....
Having checked everywhere local, I decide to head west down the 4 lane to other lands and I wind up in a town about 20 miles down where miraculously the Marathon is 24 hour.
I started the gas pump filling the truck and rounded up the poor young lady employee who was outside at 2:30am, BY HERSELF, sweeping the sidewalk.
We stepped inside and I headed to the restroom, asking her to find me some smokes while I'm in there.
When I came back out, I saw a fella probably in his late 40's had come into the store and was nervously "shopping" the candy aisle - in a tee shirt. Keep in mind, it's darn chilly that time of the morning, so that naturally caught my attention.
I looked at her and she was real nervous about him, too.
I gave her a quick wink to let her know I was on it and loudly announced "I think I need a drink, too" and headed right for the guy on my way to the cooler.
He saw me coming and gave me the stink eye.
Uh no, that won't do.
At all.
You all know me....
I struck up a conversation with him and pretty much checked him out verbally, some small talk about isn't he cold, etc. etc.
He's still not being too friendly, so I stepped up to the counter to pay for my stuff and she was looking at me like "help".
Again, I winked at her to let her know I wasn't going anywhere until HE left and she whispered a silent "thank you."
The next several minutes consisted of his giving me the stink eye, over and over, and me just grinning back at him, letting him know I had no intention of leaving anytime soon.
He finally gave up and leaves, (buying nothing) and gets in his pickup, which he had left running all that time, and slowly rolled out.
So did I, right behind him - and don't you know, I was headed the same way he was.
Well, not really, but for the next few miles I sure the hell was....
After a while, I turned around and headed back to the store.
I rolled slowly past the windows to wave at her and let her know he was gone gone.
She smiled at me real big and gave me one of those THANK YOU waves back.
It was right then that it occurred to me why I felt compelled that particular evening to take a long drive at 2am in all that dark and cold....
and it didn't have a damn thing to do with cigarettes.
He DOES dispatch us on errands sometimes, ya know.
Lesson learned, I headed for home - and I wasn't the least bit mad at anyone anymore.
Merry Christmas, everyone.