I just sent this email to a friend, and like it enough to want to post it.

1) So before my friend the other day, I ran over to the local wawa, literally 2 blocks from my house to grab a cup of tea.

Now I’m in this wawa at least once a day for something. I would go as far to say that I might be in it upwards of 12 times a week due to my inability to keep my shelves stocked with anything edible and my fear of drinking tap water.

I’ve worked mostly night shift for the past year, so I’m typically off work anywhere from Midnight till 4am. This is the time span when I’m most frequently at the Wawa because there is nothing else open from Midnight till 4am.

The same cashier works that shift pretty much everyday. I can’t remember her ever not being there. She used to work at the same Casino I work at, so we occasionally carry on casual conversation mostly consisting of her asking me if I know this person or that person, and me saying no and pointing out that I’ve only worked there for 3 months. Either way, we are friendly with each other and we’re always casual.

I’m usually wearing a suit when I walk into Wawa, although sometimes I’m wearing a dealer’s shirt if I happen to deal. And if it was my night off, I’m looking as much like a bum as possible since I refuse to shave on my days off since 5 times a week is already too frequent.

So this day, since I was already home for a few hours before I left for Wawa, I was wearing a t-shirt, and hoody, tattered jeans, and a pair of ugz boots with Washington Nationals Baseball Cap. I don’t like the nationals, I just liked the hat.

I walk into Wawa, fix my cup of tea. Break out two wrinkled bills, pay for my tea, tell the cashier to have a good night when she says to me, “Good Night Sir.”

She is at least 55 years old. I am 25. I’m still the legal age where I should be carded to buy booze. I may be tall and scruffy, and have a receding hairline, but I still feel I am young enough that a cashier at wawa that I see every night should not be calling me sir.

I’m slightly miffed and completed puzzled as I’m walking out of the front of Wawa when a man (who is 40+ and more than old enough to be called sir) opens the door for me and yells to me… “THAT’S IT! IT’s ALL FUCKING OVER! FLORIDA WON!”

I say, “What?”

He says, “FUCKING FLORIDA BEAT OHIO.”

It’s at that point that I make the assumption that he’s talking about sports. College Basketball. What is the matter with this world when you assume that a total stranger knows enough about college sports that you can curse at him about it? And better yet, why did that lady call me sir.

Is there something wrong with not watching college basketball? I didn’t go to that college… why should I care?

2) My power steering blew up in a cloud of smoke today. My car stopped for a minute, but I restarted it and pushed onward. An SUV is really hard to drive without power steering.

-Matt