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I went to refill a prescription at my local Walgreen's last evening. As I was getting out of my car, another car pulled into the parking lot a few spaces down from me--a car barely hanging onto it's last throes of usefulness. It was a Ford LTD sedan from the 1970s, and it blew thick, black smoke. The paint was bleached from brown to tan, and the tan vinyl roof was half-peeled off. There were several large dents on the body, and one broken window was repaired with clear plastic sheeting and strapping tape. The driver of the car was a forty-something man, whom I assumed was the dad of the family. The other passengers were his wife, a teen daughter, and a grandmother. The man had stringy, bushy dark brown hair, a large mustache, and beard stubble. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a week or had a haircut in a year. He wore a dirty baseball cap, and an old t-shirt and flannel shirt.
As I walked towards the store, I encountered another car, that I can only figure came from nearby Nichols Hills. It was a sparkling white 2011 Cadillac, with tinted glass and white leather seats. The engine was running, and I could hear the whirr of the air conditioner. A woman, around 50 or so, sat in the driver's seat, talking on her cell phone. She had on a rhinestone-studded shirt, designer sunglasses, and perfectly-styled hair with blond highlights. I couldn't see what kind of phone she had, but she held it in her left hand, which sported a wedding band that looked like it was top-of-the-line from B.C.Clark. Scattered around the car were several neatly-packaged and colorful gift bags, apparently in preparation for some sort of celebration. I was curious as to what the story was behind the gifts, but I wasn't about to stare, and so I continued on to the drug store.
While waiting for my prescription to be filled, I browsed the store, when I came across the mother and grandmother from the first car (the daughter was browsing elsewhere). They wore plain old clothes (the mother's jeans were muddy and torn along the cuff), their hair was combed but otherwise plain, and I could smell them from 20 feet away. They were having a minor argument over certain items to buy, and after hearing what they were talking about, I handed them $20 (all the cash I had to spare). They looked shocked, but before they could say anything or try to return the cash, I said something to the effect of, "Well, I just found it lying on the ground, so it's not really mine, anyway." I snuck away, and made myself scarce until my name was called to pick up my prescription. I did, however, catch a glimpse of the people across the store, while they were in the checkout lane at the front of the store.
You see, they were arguing earlier about which cans of cat food to buy. When they were at the checkout counter, they were carrying several cans of cat food. What do you want to bet they don't own a cat?
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