The Short Man's Smoke Shop
I have another addiction. This addiction I am not yet willing to recover from. Are you ready, drum roll please. My addiction is to
pop or now that I live in Connecticut to
soda. Not just any pop but to a certain brand of
cola. I know, what a wimp-assed thing to be addicted to. I can see the headline now, "
the Soft Drink Wars Claims Yet another Victim."
O.K. but my soda addiction is not really what this post is about. It is about the
short man and his smoke shop. The short man is this Indian guy who runs this smoke shop/convenience store a few blocks from my house. That is India Indian not American Indian. He is always lighting incense and playing Indian music. I call him the short man because I tower over this guy and I am only 5'2". What an odd sensation towering over someone.
There is one more thing you need to know. In central Connecticut where I live virtually nothing retail opens before 8:00 am and most places do not open until 9:00 am. I think "
we keep reasonable retail hours" is the fricken Connecticut state Motto for goodness sake. If you're addicted like I am however, you are not willing to let your addiction keep wimp-assed banker's hours. That where the short man comes in. He opens at 6:00 a.m. So there I was this morning at 7:00 a.m. standing in behind the woman buying lottery tickets and in front of the guy buying cigarettes. It was like addiction central and it always is at that hour. I have yet to see someone buying Tylenol for their sick toddler before 9:00 am it is just us folks buying
alcohol, sugar, gambling and cigarettes. If he was selling sex I am sure there would be a line for that also. Why we could have had a meeting right there and then.