I’m pretty bored tonight. Too broke to go anywhere, have nothing to do here with no Internet or DVD player. Don’t feel like reading or trying to find a date. I’m just blah today.

I decide to bake but reuse I’m missing half the ingredients. I decide to pop around the corner to the local grocery store. Oh. I walk up and there is an armed guard at the door. I’ve seen armed guards at the bank and here and there but never at a Mexican grocery store. Spanish music is crooning from the ceiling and everything is in Spanish. Oh geeze, it’s like the damn dollar store. I just had to get butter and sugars and some cat food. The aisles are stacked almost to the ceiling and everything, the floor, the shelves, the walls were tinged this pale yellow. I’m once again the only white girl in the whole place. The cashier spoke pretty good English. Although her name tag was Spanish. A young kid looked at me like I was a two headed human/animal and just stopped what he was doing and stared at me. I’d like to think my stunning good looks shocked him, but I don’t think that’s what it was. I don’t know what it was but I got the same reaction from a few shoppers. As I walked deeper into he store and got more odd looks, I started to get kinda nervous. I acted as though I belonged in this Mexican market just like anyone else.

Paid for my things and left to never return again. Although the store did have good prices…

seen armed guards at the


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