irritatedI get out to go get smokes. Since I smoke cloves, there's only one place close by to get them, a Chevron station. I get there, and find the doors locked, which is bad enough, since this should be a 24/7 quickie mart. Insult to injury, the counter-person is in there, doing her inventory or something, and she just looks up, amused at my inabilty to get in, and then ignores me. Won't even sell me smokes through the little slide-drawer, and won't say why.
Bitch.
