Yesterday on the way home from gymnastics Luke desperately needed a drink, because he forgot to bring his bottled water from home. He probably would have survived the 15 minute car ride with out one, but I promised that we'd stop at the next gas station and he could pick out something. With Luke everything you say is taken very literally, so we stopped at the next gas station even though it was decidedly scummy looking. As we pull in, three really scary looking guys with tattoos, chains, underwear showing, and other paraphernalia completing their outfits exit the store and head for the nearby apartments through a hole cut in the fence. I tried to peer through the grimy window to make sure there is not a hold up in progress at the moment, and luckily all was clear. Luke raced in the door and spied a row of casino gambling machines next to the giant malt liquor cooler, and shouted, "Cool!! They have games here!"
After ushering him away from the gambling machines, we headed for the juice and water section of the coolers. Of course Luke had to look at everything, so I had to explain that even though the brightly colored bottles in the other end of the coolers look like juice, they are actually adult drinks. Finally we make our selections, and Luke rushes down the aisle with his blue "juice" that he picked out. Normally I would make him get actual juice or water, but at this point I'm just trying to get out before more customers arrive. Also the entire store smelled like the inside of a lit cigarette. I think it is still in my hair.
At the register there was a large sign declaring that this store does not accept change. This is a little concerning, but luckily I had dollar bills with me. I paid for the drinks through the bullet proof plexiglass, and we headed for the door to the safety of the minivan.
As we opened the door to leave Luke proclaimed at top voice, "Wow that was SO FUN! This store is great!"
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