A Man and His Dog

"Ding, Dong". The electronic door bell rang throughout the store. Looked up from the mirror he was using to trim his beard. An angry looking man with a do walked into the store, milling about the different rows of alcohol. "Bloody Americans," muttered Zoongash to himself as he put down his scissors and made his way to behind the counter. "Oi! Get dat bloody fleabag out of my store before I get rid of it myself," yelled Zoongash angrily. The man looked up, grabbed a twelve pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon and made his way to the counter without responding to Zoongash's protest. "Kutha! Are you deaf? I said get that mut out of my store."
The man stepped up to the counter and it was at this moment that Zoongash noticed the Colt .45 strapped tot he man's hip. The man gave a Zoongash a glare as cold as ice and t that moment the dog began to issue a low growl towards Zoongash . After many years as a volunteer in the Pakistani army, Zoongash was no stranger to such penetrating looks and returned the penetrating look with an intense stare of his own. Then the man finally broke the silence after minutes of the deadlock. "Look you stupid Araab. I just want to buy my beer and get the hell out of this shit hole you call a store," said the man as he dropped the cans of beer onto the counter along with a ten dollar bill to cover the charge. Without taking his eyes off the the grimacing man, Zoongash took the bill from the counter and placed it in the cash register. The man showed no change in emotion and simply picked up his beer and made his way back towards the door leading out to the busy street. "Nest time you bring that dog in here, I'll shoot him myself," threatened Zoongash, even though he only had an old rusty shotgun behind the counter which wasn't even loaded.