We were returning from St. Orres yesterday and went through Mendocino. I went into the market to buy some Dramamine because I do NOT do those curvy roads well, and there was a guy in front of me in line who seemed to have no groceries and only wanted to ask the cashier a question. She rang up my items and I said: "Excuse me" to him, trying to pay.
He freaked out. He was there FIRST, he was trying to buy some COFFEE. "What else do you need to know?" he snapped in my face. My eyes met his and I was scared. The experience really threw me (particularly when the cashier started talking about how this is how "city people" act) and stayed with me for a while. I mean, Mendocino, man. Aren't you supposed to be high and happy?
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