"What the hell is this then?"

"It's my I.D. sir.

"You expect me to believe you 21 years old?"

"Ha! Piss off before I call police, you little chutiya chootia!"

The teenager's face turned bloodshot red as he quickly made his way to the door.

"Don't come back until your balls drop you bloody hoodlum", yelled Zoongash as the kid left Mo Liquor like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"Bloody kids today, think they can come in and take the mickey out of me. I didn't come to this bloody country to be tricked by osome bakar chodu."

Zoongash removed the teenager's goods from the counter where they had been left and returned them to their respective shelves as his anger began to dissipate. Beep,beep,beep. The alarm on Zoongash's watch went off signalling it was time for afternoon tea. As he made his way to the the back of the counter where he kept his rusty kettle, another customer came through the door.

"Bugger off, closed for tea," shouted Zoongash

"Come on man can't I just buy a six-pack?" asked the customer as he made his way to one of the many coolers along the wall.

"Gaddha,I said I am closed for tea so leave!" said Zoongash waving his empty tea cup menacingly at the man.

"All right, don;t get your turban in a twist," replied the man as he left the store in frustration.

"Bloody Americans, always more and more liquor, no wander they are so stupid," muttered Zoongash as he poured the tea from the kettle, adding a shot of whiskey to the cup. His face became of displeasure as he began to sip his tea.
"They call this rubbish tea?" Zoongash asked himself out loud, as he grimaced at his tea cup. After all of his years in the U.S. Zoongash had yet to become accustomed to the minute differences in everyday life in America compared to that of his old life in Pakistan. How he missed the spice of a homecooked curry, watching criket in Multan and having a chai tea with family. What would his family think of him now, he thought to himself. He was a 40 year-old Paki with no family and a muslim who not only drank, but owned an entire liquor store.
Beep,Beep, Beep. The alarm on his watch went off again, signaling the end of Zoongash's tea break. Clearing the thoughts from his mind, he took a final sip from his tea cup and returned to his postion behind the counter awaiting the next customer.