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Tuesday evening a friend texted me a half-hour before "Big Box Sports Retailer" closed that they had gotten in a shipment of Bullseye and Unique powder. I called him back and he said there were about 20 one-pound containers left on the shelf.
The next morning I drive over there about 10 minutes before they open. Expecting to see the usual resell trolls hanging outside, I was please to see no one outside. Cool.
Within three minutes a neckbeard waddles up...the saliva of anticipation of a powder score running down his multiple chins and onto his holey, grease-stained " 'Merica!" T-shirt. I'm firmly planted in front of the door and there's no room for him to attempt to squeeze by. When the front doors open I shoot through like a greased weasel, grab a shopping basket without stopping and head for the powder shelf. I can hear this guy behind me and he's breathing so hard he's probably going to drop dead of a heart attack.
I can already see that most of the powder had already sold since my friend contacted me but sitting together were two containers each of Bullseye and Unique. In one smooth motion I forearm-sweep all four containers into my basket and head toward the cashier and as I'm heading toward the front I'm asked the single most stupid question I've ever been asked:
"Y'all gonna buy all that powder?"
I don't even acknowledge the guy. Two minutes later I'm in my car and driving off with powder I've not seen locally since The Dear Leader was re-elected.
Obligatory "pics or it didn't happen" pic:
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