Late night gas station adventure.
It's exams week here at the old college, so my roommate and I walk to the nearest gas station at 2:30 a.m.
We reach the convenience store and attempt to open the door, only to find that it is locked, and there is a small sign that states "Store closed from 2-2:30." So we wait and wait and wait and it's 2:45 before anyone comes to open the door, and there are several weird people waiting with us to get in.
Several drunk people, four goths, and some thugs. We go in and go straight for whatever we had been waiting for. In my case, Red Bull and candy. While we wait in line, one of the goths asks me where the nearest Wal Mart is, so I tell him and he replies "Ok, we'll do that," and basically glares at me. I decide, that no, we will not do that, so I left the store, and crashed into an old hysterical black woman who is yelling "CALL 911! I JUST GOT THREATENED!"
I was all "I didn't mean to threaten you-" and she said "Not you, that guy with the knife!" and I was like "Holy sh-" and she was like "Gimme your phone!" and I was like "Aaaaaah! I don't have one!" so my roommate came out of the store and we raaaaaaaaaaan back home.
Red Bull doesn't work unless you drink at least three.
