I put my iced tea and breakfast sandwich on the counter. The 7-Eleven Guy reaches for a bag. Our eyes meet. There is suspense.
“IDNAB,” I say.
“Trash bag,” 7-Eleven Guy says.
“Still, IDNAB,” I say.
“Trash bag,” 7-Eleven Guy says again.
I’m so stunned that I have no come-back. IDNAB did not work on this man. I wasn’t ready for such resolve at 8 am. His two words, said twice, had left me broken and beaten.
I will be ready next time.
You may have won the battle, 7-Eleven Guy, but the war is not over.
We shall meet again!