He drives with the other guy to the gas station. They both nod to the man behind the counter who ignores them and looks at his phone and they browse the refrigerator units before selecting a couple of Starbucks Triple Espressos with guarana and B vitamins and a couple of protein bars.
He checks his things out by holding them with the
bar code facing the man behind the counter. The man behind the counter scans
them through a glass pane and then he sticks his credit card in the reader and
the guy asks him, “Debit or credit?”
He says, “Credit,” and then presses the accept key and
takes his coffee and protein bar and waits by the door while the other guy buys
his things.
“It’s weird,” the other guy says after they’re back in
the car. “He charges me a different amount for my protein bar every time.”
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