"It's bullet proof, man." (670 hits)
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Submitted by QuinnTheEskimo (View user info) at 2007-07-09 15:08:43 EDT
The yellow shell outlined in red shone against the night, like a grail to weary travelers. The pumps beneath it were well lit and clean, because whenever Edwin was on his shift he made a point of changing the bulbs and cleaning the pumps. However, this did little to detract from the general look and feel of seediness of the surrounding neighborhood.
Edwin slid the cherry of his cigarette against the bottom of his shoe, stubbing it out. He rolled the butt a few times between his fingers, making sure to to get every ember out, the slid the stinking stub into his pocket. He knew smoking was a dirty habit and he hated seeing butts on the ground. He brushed off his work shirt and coughed a few times before stepping back inside of his tiny kiosk.
A fat white guy wearing a confederate flag bandanna slapped a fiver into the tray beneath the bullet proof glass, and said, "Marlboro Reds." His eyes were staring at Edwin.
Edwin avoided the glare, took the five, and slid the smokes and change back to the white guy. He sighed and patted his chest pocket. Two more smokes were all that remained in the pack, which made him sad, because he knew that without smokes he'd be smoking the weed in his pocket before the end of the shift. He usually tried to save his pot because it helped him get to sleep, but if it meant a better shift he had no qualms about smoking at work.
A familiar car rolled into the gas station and Edwin perked up. It was an old friend of his, Cody, who always found a way to smuggle Edwin a bottle of Mad Dog or, on good days, T-bird. Edwin waved to the car, and the figure inside waved a brown bag triumphantly. Edwin smiled.
The two sat, hot boxing the tiny kiosk, passing the bottle of T-bird back and forth. They traded stories back and forth, old times, former girlfriends, and crazy drinking stories. Neither of them noticed when the Mexican, skinny and wearing a third- or fourth-hand polo shirt, walked up. He slapped the glass and yelled at the guys inside.
The stared, quiet for a moment, Cody looked shocked and Edwin looked like he was trying to think. The Mexican repeated himself, and glared inside the smoky kiosk.
"What?" Edwin finally said. Again, the Mexican repeated himself.
Cody leaned against the window. "You want the money in the register?"
The Mexican nodded, then added coolly, "I have gun."
Edwin squinted, then said, "Lemme see it."
For a moment, no one moved as they contemplated what Edwin had just said.
The Mexican then repeated: "I have gun."
Cody was nervous, and turned back and forth between the Mexican and his friend. His eyes were wide.
Edwin yelled, "Fuckin' show me the gun!"
The Mexican demanded all the money in the register.
Edwin rapped the window with his knuckle, the sound made Cody jump. "It's bullet proof, man."
The Mexican turned, and walked away, looking unsure of himself. Finally, he turned around and shouted something neither Cody or Edwin caught.
Cody took the pipe Edwin was offering him, and said, "Man, that shit was intense." As he took a hit.
Edwin shook his head, "Fucker comes by every Friday." He said.
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Submitted by haikumikoo (user info) at 2007-07-18 21:35:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Honestly, the real story is funnier.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2007-07-10 14:33:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2007-07-10 12:19:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
If the Mexican was an enterprising young man he would have doused the booth with gasoline, flicked a match, and then warmly retorted "Bulletproof ain't fireproof...mang."
Submitted by genericIntent (user info) at 2007-07-10 11:56:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hehe.
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-07-10 11:38:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff
Submitted by Maddog (user info) at 2007-07-10 09:10:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nicely done.
Submitted by zwerg (user info) at 2007-07-10 08:55:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2007-07-09 20:07:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2007-07-09 20:02:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeps
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2007-07-09 20:02:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Getting my hopes up again.
Submitted by RjFnC (user info) at 2007-07-09 19:53:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2007-07-09 19:51:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
bad title by the way
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2007-07-09 19:27:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2007-07-09 18:35:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Zeglamancer (user info) at 2007-07-09 18:21:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
el oh el
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2007-07-09 17:44:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2007-07-09 17:37:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This story is almsot as cool as those slidy B&H Silver boxes.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-07-09 16:22:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:50:15 EDT (#)
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cakes and pies.
Submitted by lover101 (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:43:20 EDT (#)
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ha
Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:15:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SgtHartman (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:13:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nice
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:11:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+ 1.5
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-07-09 15:11:33 EDT (#)
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