"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.
The Death scene...
14 years ago
"That guy in the liquor store was eyeing me strangely. I guess he's never had someone buy 12 cases of absinthe. Oh well, that's why it's legal. Of course, there's always the chance he could be in with...them. I'll have to be careful around that one."
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God almighty it was cold today. That wind was blowin so hard from across the water I almost fell of my damn bike. And to make sure I had a great day when I got to the port my feet got wet. Can you believe that shit. I got to spend eight hours on this god forsaken boat with freezing cold wet feet. Just a wonderful start to another day in my thrilling life. What am I supposed think, "oh how I love the spray of the lake on my face." Yeah that's the truth, just like how I'm going to graduate from college. So we caught some more shitty fish to sell. You know if we didn't cut these fish up ourself I don't think I would have a job. You should see what we get sometimes. They look like God let his three year old kid draw what these fish are gonna look like. I don't even know how some of them swim. And to think that people eat them, we live in a screwed up place. I bet that little retarted boy got that way from eating these damn fish. So when I got back to my place and took my shoes and socks off my feet were purple, are you kidding me. To rid myself of the pain I walked over to that Indian's liquor store. Nice guy, but once again I ended up drinking cheap tequila by myself watching some old episodes of Seinfeld.
ReplyDeletethis guy's funny.
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