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I stop by a local gas station to fill up around 1 PM. It's cold and windy, and people are just minding their own business, filling up.
Suddenly this black 4 door box called a Scion charges up the drive with hip hop music just pouring out through the closed windows. Comes to a halt next to the building ... no gas.
Door pops open with engine still running. Music is now really, really loud bouncing off the building walls.
Out steps a skinny white kid about 18 ... tan hat on backwards ... black jacket ... black baggy pants ... black and white tennis shoes ... and he has got attitude! Swagger!
Looks around, pauses, spits, and heads towards the cashier behind the glass.
I'm thinking hold up time. Talk about pre-judging and profiling. The cashier is behind glass, the 38 is on my ankle and even I can't miss that Scion.
Here he comes ... with two large, green Mountain Dews and a pack of cigs. Looks at all of us ... snifs loudly and slides back in the box.
Charges away down the drive, music up and is gone.
I am lost .... what style was that???
Suddenly this black 4 door box called a Scion charges up the drive with hip hop music just pouring out through the closed windows. Comes to a halt next to the building ... no gas.
Door pops open with engine still running. Music is now really, really loud bouncing off the building walls.
Out steps a skinny white kid about 18 ... tan hat on backwards ... black jacket ... black baggy pants ... black and white tennis shoes ... and he has got attitude! Swagger!
Looks around, pauses, spits, and heads towards the cashier behind the glass.
I'm thinking hold up time. Talk about pre-judging and profiling. The cashier is behind glass, the 38 is on my ankle and even I can't miss that Scion.
Here he comes ... with two large, green Mountain Dews and a pack of cigs. Looks at all of us ... snifs loudly and slides back in the box.
Charges away down the drive, music up and is gone.
I am lost .... what style was that???
